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People Crawling on People
ellemac23:
a city of unknown propaganda
and abstinent nothing.
I gather a strength
to walk into this.
But how impossibly gloom manufactured is this?
Surrounded and shard,
immensely grovelling sky scrapers
working cars and endless debaucheries.
An arboretum is a sanctuary
engulfed and overgrown
with vines of people
crawling on people.
It can be difficult
to get through this creature of a day
but the next is far
and wide and many, I hope.
By Lauren McManus
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Unforgivable Differences
ellemac23:
I subtracted myself from you,
into somewhere meant for only some
The overlapping ledges
shifted and drifted
among the shivering fish.
Deep in the ledges
through a tunnel
through a whirlpool
I come upon some half lit arena.
Creatures congested and stiff
reluctant and unsure
circle and swirl.
Looking into their eyes I could see them.
The minuscule jokesters inside each
debating whether to sink or swim.
Some dripped underneath
some chose otherwise
separate and together
they made their choices.
Underneath they dwindled
to few parties of few.
Shadows on their faces
Light a shrinking siren.
Above, the "high road"
better or smarter, maybe.
The light mirrored from their faces
skipping off to find adequate hosts.
The line of water between them grew faster.
The separate groups began
a match of priority over others.
Their differences,
the more important.
The water grumbled at its changing surface.
The ledges broke some rising and some tumbling
Soon the hole grew
a sideways chasm.
A black hole emerged
terrifying and real
in front of all faces.
The confusion sprang
them together
as they blamed.
The differences
had shattered their awareness.
The world they'd made
had gone unwatched
and now they find
an unforgivable sucking demon,
more gruesome than all of us.
By Lauren McManus
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Next art show!
Tomorrow night at War 'Hous Visual Studios and it's called Free Palestine. 50% of the earnings go towards Palestine child relief fund! Hope fully I sell something =]
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The Wind in the Valley
ellemac23:
the wind takes away
what I haven't let go.
grasping at my hands
and lobes and feet
It takes me to a valley
of neither grass nor tree.
It is an everlasting place
frozen in time
but ticking away.
The memories stay
and they fog
they never fully disappear.
I can see farther there
a person, a thing?
a man.
His eyes overwhelm his features
his lips sit under a stern swooping nose.
He breathes in the wind.
And smells my memories.
I feel as though
he's examining me.
The wind takes to him
what it takes from others.
He lives as an examiner
like a phyciatrist examines me
he examines how i felt
at the moment of this memory's creation.
His face contorts,
he knows what has happened
he knows...
I whimper like a new pup
no one sees this.
Embarrassment and hurt flourish in my eyes.
I've kept it welding to the underside of my skin.
In a dark place.
but now it's cut open by a invisible scalpel.
and I feel no different.
He floats on my fog
till his nose tips the end of mine.
His finger runs along the skin of my arm,
up my shoulder
and stops at my center.
"You have no idea what you are keeping from yourself."
He grumbles.
He growls under his breath and I'm terrified.
"You couldn't understand because you've never seen it."
"but... how can you know something that, I, myself,
don't see?" I defend.
He smiles as the wind wishes back my hair.
His hand moves to cup my bare chin.
"You regret too much for someone so young."
I look down, hiding.
"No!" He pulls me up.
"I will help the deep disperse
and for you to be clean and ready."
"For what?" I ask.
"To escape this no where you've gotten yourself into."
The valley morphs into a hill.
A bright glowing shifting bursting
tree.
"This is where you belong."
He stands behind me, hands wrapped lightly about my waist.
The wind is now clear, slow, waving like the open sea.
"I will help you."
By Lauren McManus
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We are Spring and Rain
Stripes falling in your face
obscuring me from sight.
An upward push and a backwards sigh.
The rain falls upon a surface
neither solid nor liquid.
A monsoon around us
escalating into a touch of spring.
Spring of reds and pinks
lighting pertruding feathers.
Tickling your skin.
An eruption of sweet laughs and light breezes.
Lines bursting together
into the time above.
Spring is the happiest month.
By Lauren McManus
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Fires and Storms
ellemac23:
but nothing ever happened.
Define it.
Gravity, fear, invasion,
lust or whiskey.
No, it was time
that destroyed us.
The fast movement,
my quick need,
your slow glance,
that made it.
Gravity and fear
are two of many
fires and storms.
By Lauren McManus
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Bodily Needs
ellemac23:
The strings that shake
shaping and shifting
as your fingers tinker across
my wondering skin.
The sounds transfer, flip
as moods heighten and explode.
A burst of chords, of hands
of feet and lips.
Lips that glide
off one another
Smash and mingle
Full of bodily needs.
I need the blue glitter of your eyes
to watch me and learn me.
To know what I feel like.
How can you not see
I crave the rough callous
of you fingertips.
Flowing like a teasing sea across me.
The lips, your lips, a smirk.
The average expression you carry.
The way you speak, you ring, you gravitate.
Off topic and sloppy
lost in an abyss of head.
That is you and I want it.
By Lauren McManus
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Hold On To Me
ellemac23:
I swagger through trees
on wings of feathers
colored yellows and orange
And into those branches you take hold
Hold.
Wrapped in leaves
golden and bright
swaying now to music
of soft wind on bass.
On.
Trumping and bumping
its wrangled branches
vibrating out to others.
To.
As you hold me together
and wake me one morning,
I sing a melody
of nothing more and nothing less
than a woman's swishing hair on a sun scorned day.
Shining in your eyes as majestic
engulfed in feathers of bronze
wings of dainty lace
eyes of a bloomed flower
and skin of a newly tuned piano.
The essence of me
Me.
The grip of you
and the unbelievable, uncollectable
to drifting woods around you.
By Lauren McManus
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We are Spring and Rain
ellemac23:
Stripes falling in your face
obscuring me from sight.
An upward push and a backwards sign.
The rain falls upon a surface
neither solid nor liquid.
A monsoon around us
escalating into a touch of spring.
Spring of reds and pinks
lighting protruding feathers
tickling your skin.
An eruption of sweet laughs
and light breezes;
lines bursting into the sky above.
Spring is the happiest month.
By Lauren McManus
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The Valley
Learn and explore
discover and disperse.
To take on a valley
that's of unconquerable depth
and an outward pulse,
graphing my exhistence
measuring my guidelines.
By Lauren McManus
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Scraping Flesh
ellemac23:
Sitting, gripping my chair
he injects himself
with the look of those around him
covered and indifferent.
The new skin itches
something isn't right.
It bubbles and burns
something isn't right.
His fingers, his nails,
rake into his skin
peeling away the flesh of those
those people.
Revealing he, him, himself
uncovered and different.
Sitting, gripping my chair
I see who he wants to be.
Uncovered I know who he is.
I love him.
The scrapping dwindles to nothing
as he recognizes.
Realizes and cherishes
the man on the platform.
Eyes turn towards us, intrigued
and curious of a transformation.
Oblivious to it
i cannot hurt.
He cannot burn.
Scrape your skin.
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The Orange Sky
ellemac23:
The orange of that sky
flying for time and bye.
I can't see your face.
I'm shouting in this place.
The guild is coming around
screaming above the sound.
Crying to the higher power,
I want one more hour.
I hate to be like this,
slamming you with my fist,
but you are here or there.
I know it's not fair.
The orange of that sky
has taken both my eyes.
I want one more hour
to stop being so sour.
The shouting soon with cease
from filling up with grease.
I can't be here now
soon, youll ask how.
This reoccurring crash
fighting with a bash.
I'm done for now and last
last to finish fast.
The orange sky is red
filling to be fed,
fed by your anger
putting me in danger.
The orange of that sky
flying for time and bye.
I can't see your face.
I'm shouting in this place.
By Lauren McManus
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With me, my friend, you will be.
ellemac23:
Don't be sad, my friend
for you are living with me
and I am afraid but know this
it will never envelop me.
Follow me and I will guide you
When you feel lost
holding my hand is an essence
of friendship and connection.
The heat of fingers
so comforting and real.
The light shining from
the shadows of our fingertips.
like space and earth
tracing through an endless abyss.
The ridges and lines
taking and catching my eyes.
Tranced by such color
flourished with such
imagination.
The ignited illuminate my design.
In the moment I am lost
but rediscovered in
paint, art, and friendship.
So joyful as Beirut
swoons me through the speakers
mixing with others
Sufjan and jazz.
Everything at once
Color, light, imagination,
creativity, light hearts, love
sheer amazement
I grasp what these people
these gloriously good people
that shine high above the crumbs and flawed dirt
are to me.
To me, they are
a trip to a meadow
full of every flower
and every tree and every leaf
together in glory and beauty.
-By Lauren McManus
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Snickers
ellemac23:
pushing boundaries
changes flounders of
pounding brown clowns
laughing at my life's work
in a way of a graceful face
snicker and snide
by and by a
with all I say
Keep on today.
By Lauren McManus
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