Saturday Morning Poetry: glassy novembers

cityscape ladder

If we're walking to the end of the world  

who would miss us?  

I think the holograms dig a destination pacific.  

Relentless,  

pursuit for me to be through.  

my head hurts to have you all to me too.  

Dance in yours and I'll get it,  

it's tough to see it,  

in one life certain verses were printed.  

How long is too long experiencing wild adventures  

through my cityscape ladder  

with your voicing opinions?  

Worldly agendas  

wanted us to be moved.  

Out to Cali there's some love we can juice.  

being daggers in Venice  

a heart to heart image,  

the apricot it jiggles I figured.  

Hands pitcher ten whole glasses  

glassy novembers  

got me feeling ways that type  

it’s you and her crumbs leftover  

sew them back together  

windows are numb  

so this moment will get us  

forever remembered. 

Smokey kisses goodbyes,  

Flow through you is not a mission too high.  You said my mind don't need fixing,  but life’s a cry to be lemons  

I had enough of the peelings  

Slipping is supposed to be healing.  Dressing watery pottery  

Yellow gold that hibiscus.  

We started building a Palace  

that we never will finish.  

There is way more you  

that is here getting freedom,  

giving up a life  

is too much on a beginner  

Who is rooting for the not so obvious winners?  Saturation all them colors to choose  Why Every shade looks so nicer on you?  I perused the collection  

take it off at perspective  

and a world refreshed.  

now its brighter where we meet  

we are no longer traffic  

but paths that crossed streets.

Olive Oceans

Getting older stressed  

the young and defenseless  

Bombs sipping children  

Yes, I'll have a gun  

Shoot then get specifics  

Specimen linguistic  

Put it in auto motions  

Sun Be yourself  

Live in olive oceans  

And get the chance to tell it all  

Always thought I can define  

All I lost will get described  

I can't let the world define reality for me  Find my self to write on  

Signs will help as sight grows  

Find my self and write on  

Alive to tell what sight shows  

I been living here as a typo  

I can't give you what I know  

Unless you came out the tidal  

Waves make trips around the sun  for survival  

change the mode I’m in half a block away  Been tryna tell this story for times too long  May eyes always remain in flux  

during hours closed  

Chain smoking lava  

after i climbed another lifetime 

Definition of mothers sun-shining  world revolvers  

Clips are matching more matinees  Examples of patent jays  

In the boxes forever saved  

Get the settings wrong  

pies replying take a second  

Look who I am  

Separating islands  

Dunes moving over  

The same colliding as conductors  super interfaces ruptured  

All or nothing  

Eating Seconds last  

Counterparts will harvest  

uproot the heartless  

it's hearty asking hardly  

cross hatches  

I Been dead and gotta week to go  Not too deep to show up off a pizza roll  It can be all over  

I'm down,  

tryna get there tonight  

even if it takes me to continue  heaven is a customized venue

Aubrey Travez is a writer and multi-disciplined artist from Seattle, Washington. After losing a brother at a young age to gun violence, Aubrey knew he had to find a way to use his imagination to escape reality. Exploring the power of words allowed him to find courage in his voice to express any and all things through storytelling. Over the last decade, Aubrey has written chapbooks, novellas, and genre-bending feature screenplays in an effort to process his unique life experiences and perspectives. Aubrey is honored to finally share his never before read written offerings and looks forward to his forthcoming collection of poems, "actually fragile," which is about love, life, healing, pain, and the many things that go unspoken during the human experience.