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of mass and miscalculations
i just want to dig deep enough through the crust of the earth and all molten lava and feel myself crushed into a diamond. i just want to be worth a diamond. i just want to release all air in my siren chest and by virtue of dying, live. i am important enough to be gripped. i am not important and this is the force behind shattering nails and dissolving ulnas. when the drugs kick in i feel my ultimate bone fly and bless me with voidhood and the bird. i am a knot of the most absurd. i am not heard except for when i speak and i can't open my mouth this far underneath the surface. i have been worthless for millenia. i have been wordless as the dawn of mankind. i haven't been worth it, every bit of effort like honey in the rot of a carcass. i am gauze wrapped around the thigh of a goddess. i've gazed deep upon the void where god is supposed to be found and wept. i didn't understand yet. i cannot understand death at the hands of inaction. i am inaction. i am no person, i am no passion, i am no
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Literature
twotwoqueue
i.
nearly ten;
can't breathe in
without sepia.
stuttering in
decay or worse,
remorse.
high as
fire spit up
from decades' ash,
i've spent
my passion
spinning.
ii.
grin when
pressure bursts
appendix.
nervous, left
open-ended,
fading.
afraid of
every basement,
each furnace
churning with
what i've
lost.
iii.
dross and
strung-out,
waiting.
god, time
disproves you
so viciously.
opine that
we should kneel,
worship dirt
and muddy
our vision
of eons.
iv.
we've gone
numb, it's one
more ending.
this time
no returning
needles.
burn, we're
speeding past
the earth
and in
conflagration
unmade.
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Literature
bodywashed
i fall asleep in the bath;
it is warm and my throat
gurgles gently.
i fall underneath
like silk, simple as
scars burning,
redder as water
claws down.
i falter, i meet
death:
“took a few wrong
turns, there,” smirks
in charcoal sweat,
humid mesh drips
and nestles into
wounds.
“i guess,” bubbles up,
translucent yet stained
with regret.
“cry,
makes it
easier
to laugh about
afterwards,” digs
frigid hands around
waterlogged spine,
never hesitates.
“i guess,” weeps
abandoned soul,
corpse stock-still
and defiant.
“come,
love,”
damns.
i follow.
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Literature
bondfire
warm as broken
sunlight, blind
blesses wide irises
with soft leaf patterns.
exhausting matters of being,
talk of meeting
in the middle
of the end
of the world.
other words
clasp between teeth
and brighten,
sun rising lightly
in knots.
lessons in minding
the details,
paint me in fire-sweet
overtones.
i won't
ash.
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Literature
hiccup
i.
have you ever
felt passion?
ii.
pound my fist
into a disappointing powder,
quickly turn the faucet on
and scald it all away.
after all, a day
is like a drop of poison.
iii.
don't waste a step
in your slow march toward death
on my crooked path;
see, the briars catch
stray anklets
and bite.
blood, sweat, and time
i capriciously refuse.
iv.
have you ever
fallen?
v.
i did and
opted to lie
down forever.
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:icongliitchlord:gliitchlord 12 0
Literature
vocabubury
i.
i want
to eat every word
on the earth,
consume every
language,
devour each verb.
emerge
from a torrent
of diction
and claim
purpose.
o, i fervently
choke
on a dream
of resurgence.
ii.
i want
to grow,
to branch out
like yggdrasil,
root myself in thought
and theory
and possibility.
if i conjugate
this, if i split
infinitely, if i
can exist
without drowning,
how can i make
something from
my fragmented
wrist?
iii.
i won't
know.
all the world
will explode
with meaning and lessons
golden; it will press on
bold
through space and time,
churn unknowns
into concerns
then into
the learned.
and i won't
hold it all,
cannot see everything,
cannot compose
myself in the face
of progress.
i will
weep,
discarded.
iv.
i will wont
my soul to
sans-serif credos,
will spit up
tragedies in holy gardens,
will scrawl my failures
across the face
of dissembling sands.
i'll watch winds
wash my will away,
god with a wave
of his hand
grinding grit
into the wounds of
my feeble carcass.
when i surrender
the
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Literature
dirgeveins
silence let me
hang in the
dearth of
dawn,
slow swinging
with a yawn
displaced.
i've drawn
a face upon
the burial shroud,
cried loudly
at the upturned
ground of the
grave.
when nothing
is left but
the end of
the day,
who brings
low the knees
of unrepentant
snakes?
is the garden
possible
or has every letter
breathed been
laced
with a tyrant step
and death-bringing
shakes?
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Literature
glasslake
font of lessening,
cholera pools in abcession
bless the wholly
forsaken.
told slow with quiet aggression,
failure harmonizing with festering
decimation; mourn turns
dirge, morning turns
wake.
one more scourge
wont to burn both
ends, purged confessions of
a pyromaniacal
fake.
singed lyres
pressure flames
to take.
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:icongliitchlord:gliitchlord 9 6
Literature
stage, left
hollow out and sigh,
haunt the cavity with everpresent gloom.
you texted me an hour ago;
room builds echoes,
mournfully attuned.
whistling dread, eye
sockets blur the octaves.
bloom like sparks turned ravaging.
i've been read before
but this time tastes
like sulfur.
and sweat, spit up
from upset stomachs,
acidic caverns ruptured
by wasted breath. if
technology roots
through my arteries
i'm sure as shit
blocked.
don't pretend
you're not eager
to press your lips
against my cracked skull;
pry a digit through my spine
and kiss vertebrae with
fangs.
this time tastes
like soul forgotten,
like you're only here
performing.
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Literature
proposal: terminate rogue process immediately
luminate or un-try,
cannot field continued optic bloom;
i'm blind in every iris,
infinite as the moon.
princing toward designed sighs,
aberrance that splinters unto doom.
i've bolted all the damned doors darling,
you'll never leave the room.
curtsey like it's meant, lover.
stoic as the underpinning gloom
and drunk beyond edenic hover;
chaotic, i entomb.
ruminate another
lancing glare in enigmatic spiders' loom.
loose every fucking arrow and wonder
how can life resume?
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Literature
bl_nd _'s
d_re stra_ghts,
we na_vely s_ng
for an _nlet
to _mb_be,
let d_e
every _nvolved _.
cr_. your dem_se
l_ngers l_ke
the sea's sh_ sh_ne
_n a fr_g_d w_nter
of human_ty.
_f you're _nqu_r_ng
wh_, you've l_ed
and d_sgust_ngly
bel_eved _t.
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Literature
susurrus siss session
i'll choke every bit of
false life out of
your beautiful,
failing,
disaster-burdened
lips.
i hate that you
were right
to prompt
this.
tears upon gripped
trachea - i hate
these ends, i love
this rended
carapace.
i'm broken in every
sense.
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:icongliitchlord:gliitchlord 11 0
Literature
automata
bb.
i've been right
for so long, am i
to be
left out by this
eve?
can i be seen
in the aftermath,
broken, disabled,
a weeping queen
of swords?
steel me,
more times than this
i've lost
dressed nines.
sssssssss.
i've been right
here for so many
lives, redactions
kissing blacker
than hate's grotesque cries.
cannot see through
it, can't hack it
out of these devised lungs;
one hanged man
in an iron seize.
what is left
of the humanity
we swore to see
installed?
0.
we, the null,
deserve death.
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Literature
graviteeth
moon's bite echoes,
dust kicked up
to orbit, earth
stunned and
slowed,
shame bright.
aglow in shades
of lava flow,
veins let fire,
bleed magma.
earth speaks
ragged and
resigned.
moon hides
its face,
buried deep in
tectonic plates,
red as sudden disgrace
and scar.
together they
war.
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tideeyed
earth feels moon's
need slack,
scans dark side's
absent facets,
broods drearily
and gasps.
in fact, moon's
need is maximized,
can't keep asking
but can't rely
on earth's shine
and lapse.
earth waxes poetic,
moon wanes alone.
earth blames the static,
moon makes a home
amidst the void,
a darling expanse
of unknowns and
active fears;
they revolve,
inadequate,
for years.
then moon
impacts.
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godsplanet (repetitious earth misery)
i.
while asleep,
white scalp phosphorus
conflagrates.
predilection for heaven's gate-
ruminating with blood wine
spilled by seizing extremities-
a sweet-tooth for pearls
choked down by swine.
what does clay dream of
when it molds itself?
is it a dream
if we call it faith?
ii.
smothering pillow catches,
high threadcount incense
fuses with bone.
give me rome
and delusions of grandiose plans
for we mortals coiled
in drought-ridden plains.
i swear i will make
my father's mistakes
better, swear i will fall
on roses, swear i will bleed
debts and cholera.
is it unseemly
to grope
for meaning?
iii.
no home, no countryside,
no water for the droning on.
let the speakers' tongues
swell and be swallowed.
quiet us all
with garroting,
there was no cause
for this.
when earth burns
from within
is it dreaming
of forming
again?
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2018
Hey there man, I gotta thank you for the Watch, the feature and everything! Much appreaciated! :highfive:
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HugQueen Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2018   Writer
Just wanted to let you know you're cool and stuff. :heart:
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peaseblossoms Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2018   Writer
happiest of (belated) birthdays to one of my favorite poets of all time!!!!! you’re absolutely wonderful and i hope you had an amazing day!! keep on gliitching :hug::heart:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
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Have a blessed day, darling one. :heart:
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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2018   Writer
Charles, hope life is beautiful, and that you're having a wonderfully happy birthday. You deserve nothing less. :hug: Thanks for all the inspiration, honesty, and warm fuzzies. 
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