LordByronic

When lose, When lost 180$. Lost the 9 ball, Wait, That was... Lost a girlfriend, Connection... From stick to ball to hole, Lost. Geometry, Let me breathe let me breathe, I lost 180$, Maybe a heart, I got the 9 ball, Though. #poetry #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetsunite #pool

Pull my heart, Pump...pump... Do you hear it pump, As you drive away, Pump pump, Pulled like this cigg I drag. In your box, it pumps. Only the moon As it was pulled as it was pulled As it pumps, As you drove away. It pumps a lovely tune. Turn off the radio, When drive away. #poetry #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #lostpotential #love #herheartpoetry

@ohshititsfil for the art piece thanks to @rizzothegrizzly @sherbler @laneybugflows for the inspiration #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetsofig #writersofig #writing #words #wordsareimportant I would marry this, Colors. Inside the shorelines, In. Out. What is this? What is that? Could anyone know? Language like paint. Sorry or thank you. Yes, whoever. Them or they, I ask about words. I ask about words. Lots wine. Lots of wine. What? Colt 45. No song. Twist the top. Share then share then share, Then shake. Colors or what? Colours. "I love you, you shake I love you, like me, Wine. #^_/#@^&##&###_^#$&&& I love you too" Hugs. Places. Drunk sloppy, No. Places. Life is beautiful. In a wine bottle, Women, Them, They, Men, What ? God is a word. I love a word. I don't want your words. They don't want words. Smoke. Inhale. Love is beautifully life. As paint in Sunset, fuck.

Three eyes, on us. Two eyes lifted, back up, In this labrinynith: noise People, people, people. Lost we held hands, Together found three eyes open. Look, at the star. Look, at the silence. We did it. Found peace, Radiant like that one star Not falling, Together. So breathe, those pair of eyes, Those three eyes, Our two eyes, We can levitate. We can levitate. Always together. @laneybugflows #poetry #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #wynwood #lordbyronic #poemkings #love #art

Check out @censee Onions. Publix thank you. Fed us, me, with lint. Bottles too, cvs...cause the moon, She was bae, roof, and yeah. Still these teeth got purple, wine then wine then wine then wine. Mangoes yea, sorry farmer. It was nice when we was fam. Living in that car, bandits. Yet wine and wine. Sitting alone with Luna. Someone else's cigg...thanks. invisible...thinking...is this where I belong...when dirty as everyone else at psych unit...but dam. Those snacks...do I belong here? Cold floor...I see that sun though. Is this your car? Was that your house? Chemicals More chemicals. From opera singers, to Methbatterymakers, Throwing chairs at walls, Getting pills for? Then more. Then more. Was I sane before? Maybe it was all that robotussin...I don't know God. There i was on knees, and became free. Even with no laces, Locked bathroom, Or On the floor. In the swamp. Knees. Knees. Light. Lost envy for the bed, That guy with the bed, On it with a head of worms, Dead. I want life. Could barely talk, Write, Talk, Read. Do I belong here? Nah. Nah. I took that nah, and tinkered, Tinkered, in the swamp. On The floor. Knees. Then yeah, Tinkered till others asked me. Me, they asked me, "Is this where I belong" Nah, I give you a nah. Cause life, Is beautiful. Not free. #poetry #darkart #collab #poetsofig #poem #donniedarko #inspired #mentalhealth #freedom #surreal #art #inspired #censee #imakeuglythings #poems #change

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This home is a stage, our eye given to us by Gaia. Create the curtain, Sometimes it can be...many a ways. Motley moods... That veil /home: can become real. Occasionally grey, sometimes... In luck (daring) A Muse will start the show, /encore/ All red, aglow. Sometimes the home, from this angle, or that archway: of Her arrival... Begins the show in...color, or hues. Lost? Sometimes....the stars gaze back, and give: us beauty after night. /Enjoying the masquerade with eyes lifted, For this moment, the curtain gone, A mirage or, The muse divine. Sometimes, a life can get that lucky.. In the fountains of Ponce de Leon. #poetry #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetsunite #writersofig #muse #305 #love #loss #daydream #freedom #surreal #abstract #muse #unrequitedlove #life #struggle #streamofconsciousness #words

Great viewed morning, blinded star... Offered this daily title, humble at this window, Orange globes of time, peeled in spirals. Such a view, such a sight. Does it choose to stay? For when, Maker of dew, will you not paint the day? Twinkle the longest shadow, for night, Or follow rabbit Moon, bounds of fragrance sway above the pavement Raise fellow elements, at table, to sip finer purples Not, now, no, the choices named at the tip of the mountain mind, foam bluer. In due, to sweep forever in dusted circles, Not a rhyme known to the flute. Such sweet tunes, Giant visions, or finger puppets, fold under the rays, of yesterday's? #poetry #surreal #poem #poetsofig #writersofig #writing #purple #keats #romanticism #dark #daydream #poetrycommunity

@uglyassaspie wonderful art. Inspiring. #poetsofig #asperger #aspie #surreal #art #autism #poems #poetsofig #poetrychallenge #poetrycommunity

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This home is a stage, our eyes given to us by Gaia, create the curtain. Sometimes it can be, many ways. Motley moods... That curtain, home: can become real. Occasionally grey, sometimes... In luck, A Muse will start the show, All red, aglow. Sometimes the home, from the angle of Her arrival, The show begins in color. Sometimes....the stars gaze back, and give us beauty after night. Enjoying the show with eyes lifted, For this moment, the curtain gone, The muse divine. Sometimes, a life can be that lucky. Or a journey, With Odysseus. #poetry #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #poet #surreal #america #illusion #life #struggle #love #hate #peace #serenity

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@censee is it intent or result. Inspired: Burning bright, Tygers of the night. What immortal hand, Could create the thirst, Hunger to hurt and twist, Ultra violence as an art, Raping in the night to tunes, Of the demon with a flute. Lamb, who made thee? To be swallowed in the abyss. A Tyger burning in the night, Twisting thoughts, oh lamb, Was this a joke or a natural Insight. Tyger or lamb, are who they are. Beauty and dark, Combing the earth for nature's sake. Neither, Singing in the rain with a bloody cane, OR a saint helping release the pain . Try as they might Try over and over, Machines may stop the fangs The stormy thoughts Or suppress what is pure.... Yet it is there. Always in conflict, Because Tygers need lambs, Just ask them immortal hand... There is no good or evil / Just evolution. #artislife #art #darkart #zen #censee #poetry #collaboration #bochspecial #clockworkorange #cultclassic #nature #intent #mechanical #dark

Santeria crosses. How I love, Miami. With its golden shores, Corruption flavors: this colada Behind a fence, I can look, With sunshine pupils, This sacred land, built With miccosuke skeletons. A challenge, yes, the everglades: hiding a thousand Cultures. How I love miami, with my 305 Burning bright, fumes Going out. Rolled by the slaves? I meant, Prisoners. I enter the system, bad parking. Yellow crosses, as golden shores and towering high ways hide These two, as my grit burns. Asleep. What insight, for a city.. That i love, blood bubbling from the limestone. Still the world could learn, With sunbeam eyes, How all the cultures, Who eat eachother in hate, Find peace, in the blue skies Of the city I love. It's easy, America. If these two could sing, Louder than peacocks, Theyd jumble, who knows, I do. A city I love, That should never work, As majestic as kublai khans Court, or the Roman Empire, We stand underwater, and dance the meranga, Blast bullets of conch, and farm Caucasian history, Let ponce de Leon be proud. For this city I love, with the blood that drizzles down my lip. It's magic, not God, or maybe A few, the soul here beats, A sound I love. The city of Bright contradiction. 305, From Goulds: hidden art, Ots golden brick roads, To Carol city, or the enchanted Kingdom of the gables, The mirage of South Beach, Or muddied homestead, Astral miccosuke. The sun like Apollo is equal upon us all. As these two sleep behind, The justice building. My 305 has hit the filter. Time to go back to the car, Step on the butt, drive away with' I'm not sure what. It burns, Bright. #poetry #305 #miami #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #lordbyronic #poemkings #poems #woolfestyle #streamofconsciousness #mycity #writersofig #herheartpoetry #pennedbykings #writer #undergroundpoet #indie #indiepoetry #lovehate #homeless #art #grafitti #system #poetrycommunity #home #supportlocalartists

Fighting Endlessly Against Reality #fear #5wordpoem #poem #poetsofig #writersofig #writing

I got this, I know the way: like weeds covers the path… I’ve fallen in the bramble I planted, tripped over the roots they sprouted, now on the cold floor of the psych ward, washed in rusted yellow walls..that talk of melancholy no not me, I kneel to pluck the weeds and see the path the sun lent me, as golden bars enclose gently a storm I crafted I don’t hear an angel, but feel the comfort of a halo as the locked mechanics doors, the screams homeless tirades and the choirs of the restless melt to contentment, I am free. was it god? my singular hope, my wish is to know when the path has been cleared until then I will rattle the bars of the cage, with my song, to harbor those with tired eyes with this peace, I got freely #poetry #addiction #psychunit #oldbutnew #god #freedom #peace