saudadei tied my yellowed heartsaudade by ohsparrowsong
to a submarine
and let it
to the very bottom of the
very deepest ocean
it wasn't tinted with sunshine
it was stained with an ugly
that made me sick
to the pit of my
i crack my ribs open
and spread them like a butterfly
hoping that mimicking
will calm the sulphur storm
raging through my bones.
letting the colour bleed into
and dilute in the water
and i wonder if this will
find its way to you
like a glass bottle
with confessions of love
but instead its my heart,
which i hope you can
turn from ill to something
worth holding on to
Late Evening, JulyYou and I, world I think we have the same heart;Late Evening, July by ProvenParadox
I think that you've got the same crazy bits stuck
Right behind everything you're made of.
You've got the same contradiction as I do
And I think I've gotten muddled in exactly the same way.
It's the most beautiful muddling. The prettiest one
That you could have.
It's the wind over the dry grasses and the white pine
And the hills of sandstone and old men's dying farms.
And it's the late night drives into nowhere
And the look of the joyful befuddlement.
And I think, world, that you and I
And all the other muddled people out there
We'll get along all right. And maybe, I think we might,
If we're lucky and if the grasses flow just right in the breeze,
We can go down to the brook, world, and hold hands
And smile quietly and watch the geese
And smell the sweet rain over the rivers.