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A Step Toward Tolerance2 years ago in Deviant Stamps
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Final WordsWe are beastsFinal Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this naturalized,
hyperbolized
polis;
an ungodly waste
of human capacity.
We entertain,
we smack our lips
on the culturally sterile.
I am a goddess
of my soul's wit,
devoid of personality.
I've a plot reserved—
a place in Paradise
where silence
is the new ignorance.
SynapseIt was an anatomical deviationSynapse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for which I sought condemnation;
an incidental cognitive martyrdom
by learned capitulation.
Brains bound tightly by bridge,
a nexus strung from rope and plaster,
above a sinuous chasm
swimming with imps and neurotransmitters.
From dreams I count my sleep,
exhausted upon waking—
subconscious stipulation
to this lucid accusation.
Passion dulls the cerebral caucus
leaking from my eyes and fingers.
It tastes metallic,
self-damnation.
ApeirophobiaSpace:Apeirophobia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the perpetual evil
spilling from the center
dousing the light
with wicked hands.
I am asphyxiated
by the noxious substance.
God's immortal age
is stifling;
an imposing vacuum.
I am stripped of all walls—
I long for the shroud,
pregnant with my soul.
I fear the immeasurable flight
to the absent bottom,
the unsettling stillness
of a death unearned.
There is limitlessness
in the omnipotent palm,
the impossibility
of knowing.
I am dangling
from enigmatic threads.
I will never graze the surface
or merely comprehend—
the Way of Truth is folly.
bete noirmy dreams are title-less,bete noir2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though their plots are thick
with regression,
conjuring emotion,
suppressed by day
and later, rebuked.
my brain is in two:
wakefulness
and malicious chimera;
a paradoxical hunger for sleep
and the dread of subconscious somnambulation.
I'm from my pillow,
to the staircase,
off of which I cast myself
into learned helplessness.
my vital fluids drip
out of my mouth,
over the balcony,
and onto the floor.
Life and Death3 years ago in Still Life
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Scene Lady3 years ago in Portraits & Figures
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Snow BlindnessFace flesh burnsSnow Blindness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the apples of my cheeks
Where the tears meet
To evaporate
Inside me is burning
Despite the snow falling
Ever upwards
Into the clear sky I ignore
Because the sun is not guarded
By the heavy white clouds
I knew had to have born crystals
The night before
And I knew also that
It was only the wind
That made snow fly
I am feverish, Father
Cure me
My eyes are lidless
Shroud me
From the acrid sun
That makes the snow
Glisten so
Beautifully
I always return to the snow
Even though
It seems to guide my gazes
Ever upward
Although, I am weak
Buckling beneath
Those shattering rays that beat
Down hard on my e
Part Gay Pride2 years ago in Deviant Stamps
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On Ariadnethe loom of lust:On Ariadne2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the heart of your ears,
and till your outstretched feet
the spinner of mad red has corrupted,
her fingers like dragonflies threading
bark and twined grass into your hair
around your sure wrists, your angled feet
'this is love, my shining bride-to be,' you whisper,
and disappear with her among billowing black sails.
the abandonment of Ariadne:
He wooed you in a labyrinth of spinners,
and wed you in black sails, beneath jealous skies.
'Sleep and tomorrow you shall be Queen of Athens,'
Ariadne, sleep, tomorrow the sun will shine,
and the sea will ebb sympathetic away from
these deserted sands.
the death, or descent:
Spin,
Death's WorthMy lungs are filled with plaster.Death's Worth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cast of my stomach
is setting.
Grit and liquid leak
out my mouth and nose.
Warmth permeates my tissue,
emanates from my insides,
trickles out my pores,
washes over me.
My hands intertwine.
My pregnant lids, near close,
face the dint of the ceiling.
I plan to spend my days here,
rooted in the carpet,
with the solace of knowledge
and destination.
I feel full and heavy and whole.
It's just me,
just me here.
ReconciliationHis brief passingReconciliation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left a residue,
Adhesive as water droplets
Whose surface tensions release,
Allowing them to trickle
Over a solid, smooth surface.
But I am overwhelmed
By its emotive trigger,
Absorbed by my very constitution.
Out pours its consequence:
Sweat I can't blot,
Stinging my eyes,
Salting my lips,
No matter how often
My hands smear it across my face.
Plans for change
To clot his effect
Seem so futile
When my breath stinks of beer
And cigarettes.
How easily I fathomed Lady Rebirth
Only one day before.
She stares me down the following morning—
A whispered rebuke—
Though it summons blood to my cheeks
Dead BeesDead bee's NirvanaDead Bees2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Beware tissue-paper gods'
Hands in my bathtub
Love poem to my plague doctorThis morning you, my true loveLove poem to my plague doctor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tapped a heartbeat into my door
with an oak cane.
I didn't answer.
I wasn't afraid of you, I promise.
In fact shaking swept over me
a feverish need to pull you in
rising from my chest to my throat.
When you left I coughed it out.
It lay there on my floor
thick and red, but not so much my blood
as my offering
my chance.
It is noon.
My neck stings and pulses
for you to kiss it.
But of course you won't.
Perhaps this attraction
the beauty I see in the way you're covered by a beast
is the same that creates
werewolves, minotaurs, and politicians.
I wouldn't want a man
so please, don't take your m
Ode to PostmodernismOde to Postmodernism2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am forever indebted to the movement
That shelters the talentless
And dims our artistic wits
Down to brightly colorful geometry
And blank canvasses.
Grateful am I
To the sole element of concept
In the vacant product,
For now "art" truly belongs to everyone.
Feminism Stamp2 years ago in Deviant Stamps
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ReificationsI.Reifications2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice statue
Moves the dance eternal,
(Un)real and
Frozen in slowest still (e)motions
Grieves the dance eternal
___(Un)sounds
She - tragedian,
Poetess of murmure eternal and infinite hisses
Myope in shade
She - actress of sorrow,
Display of her weeping (he)art
Theanthropic tragedienne
Tither of those silhouettes carved
In glass___
ice___
rime___
And I am tithable of rime:
My only refresh
It c
The Nameless DelugeThe Nameless Deluge of the ForgottenThe Nameless Deluge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rhyme of Ancient Structure
Wiping dawn's tears, i open my eyes
To crashing waves against the drone
Of huddled voices and horns
Desperately piercing the darkness
To be recognized over the noise
As, even in the darkest of depths,
There is no silence to be found
In this sea of salt and faceless steel.
A Promise Unspoken
Allowing the shadow masses
To sweep me off my feet
With their rhythmic ebbings
And directionless swells -
All serfs lapping against
The hull of a greater machine
Hoping to find safety in zenith
Else complacent to drown in nadir;
To Spur Refuge
Staring at a broken visage
Instrumentalyour hand slides downInstrumental2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ridge of my spine,
fingers plucking each
vertebrae like the
strings of your guitar,
my body curling like
a treble clef.
a slow hidden melody
hums beneath our skin,
rising and falling with
each pianissimo sigh
your mouth whispering
quarter notes against
my clavicle as the
music rises to an
unbearable height,
conducted by your
skillful hands, breaking
over our heads in a
resounding coda
and i have always
been partial to
instrumental pieces.
Travelling by CarSome semblance of psychosisTravelling by Car2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A surreptitious instillment
Incapacitated, sleeping noisily
Red light streaming
Under full-bellied eyelids
Brimming with whitewash dream stuff
Lead-foot beacon
By which to surpass
Grinding
Along wavelength axes
Belying
Surreality
I'm set to fester
In this incongruous nightmare
The World Inside an HourglassWell it was that dayThe World Inside an Hourglass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We gave birth to the notion
Of flight from our lives
Bathed in troubles too old
For our virgin souls.
We traced a path
Across a map
Built upon a world
Inside an hourglass.
What lightness in me.
We are unearthed,
But my head hurts
From living upside-down.
When buried in grief
Of fates we meet
Too early for
Our young minds to digest,
We often forget gravity.
Our travels learned us
Miles without destination
And recurring threats
Of discovery.
None of us could bear that,
Could we?
But the end is always
Somehow inevitable,
And it found us
Sitting on a bench,
The train a lifetime away.
Our neighbor
AnniversaireWe are the eveningAnniversaire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day established
And wiped clean
A new tablet
We are the creep
To bedside leer
Appraise our dear
Oh, how she weeps
We are the presence
To behold in absence
Of the currant to which
She submits
An existentialist
With sufferable resentment
We, the chagrin
Of the deed she self-disgraced
To which the morrow wakes
But last year yesterday
Was one year the day
The beginning of days
The engenderment of our days
Born, we were wed
And we bastard spawn
Dined without cake
Anime Character2 years ago in Drawings
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When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cas
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