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buccal Apr. 30th, 2019 @ 07:12 pm

How much can a woman cry?

when she is breaking

when she is scared

when she cant remember why

when she cant stop reliving the why

in a sudden burst of faith

a kiss that lingers and softly penetrates;

in the memory of a moment

in the thank you of your please

there is no limit 

to all the ways

a woman

can cry.---zurc

Battle Apr. 27th, 2019 @ 01:10 am
Tired of the tasks
The everyday hassles
Ready set go
Find your room in the castle

How far can you roam
Outside the castle walls
Before you want to return
Back to the fires and the balls

Everyday is on repeat
A never ending cycle
Sustain and recover
Write the book, not the cover

The chapters in between
Are not the most important
It's the paragraphs that matter
And knowing when they end

Psalm Apr. 12th, 2019 @ 01:29 am
How long, O God, how long : shall I be desolate?

Those around me, they smile : I am hollow within.
They smile to each other : only I am alone.

I have sheol within me : inwardly I am dead.
Like a pregnant mother : loneliness grows in me.
Why should I be alone : a stranger to all men?

How, God, have I harmed you : that you should take my friends?
How have I angered you : that no one shares my nights?

O be my salvation : only you can save me.
You, O Lord, can remember me : you can fill me.

Save me in the sight of the others, O my God!
Give me consolation : in this world and the next.

Regret Apr. 9th, 2019 @ 11:34 am
I am a leech, a parasite,
Taking others' positivity
And eroding it away,
Keeping it for myself.

My lowest points never last
Because someone else,
Someone who cares for me,
Gives me what I need.

Being alone is never enough,
There's always someone,
New and unaware,
Innocent to my ways.

Take my hand, let me show you,
I'll begin on you today.
By tomorrow you will think,
'What did I ever see in him?'

Then we'll both have the same point of view.

World's A Loose Cannon Jan. 3rd, 2019 @ 02:24 am

Hello fellow members that like poems, I have made this poem that is on my profile with a poll. Please check it out. Thank you in advance.

*** Aug. 23rd, 2018 @ 11:22 am
I's killing loneliness
Now loneliness is killing me
This sadful curse
'S become my weird gift

You're not the reason
For it, nor the remedy.
How bitter! bitter is
This mutial amnesty...

Seer Aug. 11th, 2018 @ 02:07 pm
stars collapse and dont repine
to the universe order
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

strings shed quanta of time
the gross world border
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

though the entropy's uprised
cosmic poise's unaltered
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

living hymns pervasive light
their praises in one chorus
Triumph the seer!
Triumph my lover!
Exult! Exult beholder!

untitled poem by Kevin Trent Boswell Feb. 23rd, 2018 @ 06:55 pm
Kevin Trent Boswell

a pinch of madness

the insane notions of a poet, sorcerer,

a singer of peculiar songs,

the rhythmic, vain ideations of one

who conjured strange creatures

from the cauldron of creation

over and beyond this threshold, 

you partake of the leisures of sound and sultry syllable

lessons and lectures and laughters 

and the lesions of wounded minds, 

weary with the weight of life

and giddy with the youthful joys of the coil-sprung death instrument 

called cosmos and its temporal, jittery stasis 

tune in to the mad frequency of the hatter's harp

feel the feathery quill between your fingers, 

scratching the soft illusions of underworld cathedrals

onto the digital parchment of binary scrolls

and into the thousand, orb-like eyes of the argus 

place your hand into a nebulous, darkened grab bag 

of glasslike candies and venomous serpents

here, you will know not the quilted comforts of certainty 

but only the gambler's thrill, that of wanton abandon 

mercurial mirth whispered in your ear

tip me for a tune and I will write you a rhyme

receive the song by bartering for the verse with a dime 

the witch ways abound in this universe of sound

words walk here... like men... 

men who speak lessons,

instructions in the summoning of demons,

demons who cut doorways in the daylight,

doors through which only angels may pass,

these angels enter into the earth and make oddly-perfumed flowers, 

flowers that bloom children under the cold rocks of winter,

children who spend their time slaughtering gods for sport,

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LOVE LETTER TO LONDON (Spoken Word Poetry) / England Travel Video Feb. 10th, 2018 @ 09:16 pm

LOVE LETTER TO LONDON (Spoken Word Poetry) / England Travel Video (x)
➡️ https://youtu.be/4KXMIA4DjS4

Straw Hats Dec. 15th, 2017 @ 10:00 pm
Kevin Trent Boswell

Straw Hats
Kevin Trent Boswell

happy, clueless pilgrims

venturing to the Amish land

awestruck by the death of leaves,

the strength of autumn’s hand

noses pressed excitedly

to panes of auto glass

cameras cocked and loaded

shooting horse drawn buggies, as they pass…

rudely slapping their unwilling victims

on to sheets of Kodak flypaper

at the expense of a simple, private people

they'll have volumes of self-involvement to savor
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