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our lives are defined
every line that we speak
the words are willing
but the grammar is weak
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I'll show myself out
it is not a question
of if
but when
it takes the shape
of war
it traces
the hollow all of you
these bones sing
to be
the stable
center
of such
failure
the glue
in dissolution
(I've made a mockery of me)
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better luck next time
mostly I just spill myself to strangers
(I confess) and leave
the best parts (of me)
bleeding on these pages
yes the rest
of all this
effort's truly wasted
the only constants in my life
are constant changes
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Rome (1 a.m.)
the fear
it follows me
(everywhere I go)
it is at home
early mornings
in Milan
the cobblestone
streets
of Rome
high tide
in Venice
and on
to parts unknown
it lurks
just outside her arms
it waits
at the end
of this poem
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this is no haiku
thirty-three years down
thirty thousand feet up
life is the illusion of movement
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once more, without feeling
there can be no continuance
you can (almost) admit that this
solitude isn't
exactly
a decision
you can (almost) stand to read
what you
have written
you can stop
reaching out
(any day now)
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it's the part I was born to play!
just another day
you're the light that fades away
I will be your ghost
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the politics of feasting
each
day
dressed as a
choice
the lost joys
of being caught
the necessity
of fleeing
the trick
is in
the remembering
a self
part
someone else
with no
dissembling
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behind closed doors
insides compromised
the heart wants what the heart wants
the tongue stays silent
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12.15.18
and I almost cried
at the sound
of the storm
picturing
history
listening
searching for cover
craving
delineation
the dark
(from) outside
(from) my arms
(from) the things
that creep in-
to the empty
places
next to me
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a gift of breadcrumbs
distant
in all but
the ways
that I
have pictured you
sun-kissed
not ocean-starved
shaking off
the years (the fog)
for all
that you
deserve
.
would that I
could will you
weightless
buoy
September
teach sleep
to a
dream
at most
(renewing
hope)
I am a
mirror
enchanted by
starlight
reminding
magic
of form
(lucky
to
be)
building
a language
between us
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(this is) no clue
what she means to me
a heart shaped mystery
a truth unexplained
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half-spoken
soft & secret muse
you're all that I've been writing
audience of one
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ravenous
insatiable need
small tastes turn me voracious
wanting to know you
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these days
a laundromat afternoon
and no one is
safe
from my imaginings
(such fragile things!)
these sneaking
tendrils of
need
painting strangers
with a soft
brush
nerves aflame
until our time's up
please pardon
but
might we discuss
the task of turning
me to us
in moments passed
unmasking trust
I know it's fast
but fear we must
amass these
passions
stacking up
our insides
asking
to combust
a past that's
lacking
proper touch
these forms in which
our dust is stuck
a loneliness
outlined as such
I'm much too much
or not enough
the dryer dings
so I stand up
silently
and exit
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let's just talk about the weather
there is a prison
frozen
in an endless
void
an ocean
of air
devoid of
motion
it's all
gone
charcoal
and slate
as the body
keeps the heart
but shares its state
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melasalem
my love for you is / blooming / a flower i(n/t)ching for
the surface / and i carved the winter into a poem / for
you, whi(tt)ling / away the bareness and the barrenness /
even plain trees are mythical now / echoing your image
under the snow. / my love for you is / tempered / a
tempest chased across / the million mile oceans / for you,
i am still too afraid to / cross. and i stitched the sky
into a song / for you, stuttering / these chords pour
themselves into your pores / i want you to see yourself
the way you see me / i want you to leap / arpeggiate the
distance / i want us to reach / cadenza. my love for you
is / so afraid / but it is still / growing.
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a cOnSequence Of erOSiOn
there'S an OLd map Out there SOmewhere
that dOeSn't match the Sky
p/LatitudinaL   /   Space   /   ridden                 juSt
                                                       Out of eyeLine
riddled with the StarS
Once warm,
nOw ObSOLete
it feeLS wrOng tO LabeL thiS expanSe
OvergrOwn, but
the pathS are fiLLing in
and OnLy the map rememberS.
there'S an OLd map cOLLecting inaccuracieS
withOut the gOOd grace tO die
LOnging-itudinaL   /   vaSt   /   breathS,
and x markS the SpOt Of an
expLOratiOn that has StOpped ringing
intimate
abSenceS in tranSLatiOn,
                         thOugh nOthing iS gOne
                         thOugh nOthing
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the mathematics of after
every                      g
1                          l
i have is gli              i
            -itching       t
                           c
i am an excess of          h
whelm                      i
over      flowing          n
control mechanisms         g
running red
over      flowing  
             
every 1
is everyone
and every
one
is glii/itching
st utter a sentence
fit for humanity
grasp their pain and
hold
                     silent
we've held this
helplessness bef
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... she comes softly
a slow yawn unfurls
slumberous flora waken
in the sunlight’s warmth
hoary frost crackles beneath
delicate footsteps of Spring
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Unwelcome beauty
7AM leaving the house
stopped by the unwelcome beauty
of a winter morning daybreak
the haunting light
filtered through snow clouds
always a feeling I cannot voice
the branches of the maple trees
black against the white background
tipped in white themselves
so beautiful
so moving
so sick of seeing it
ahead lies another storm
wet heavy snow and high winds
so sick of living it
and crystalline forests
bending under the icy glaze
unwelcome beauty wasted on a tired soul
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Call Me by WhyYesIamaMoonchild Call Me :iconwhyyesiamamoonchild:WhyYesIamaMoonchild 2 0 Metamorphic Garden by rhunel Metamorphic Garden :iconrhunel:rhunel 10 2
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the layer between then
and now,
heart bathed in moonfire,
slick signal beacon beaming out
an afterlight image
of someone worth knowing
someone
alive in the photon wave, oscillating
between earnest points along the edge
of a great vacuum,
where dawn and distance distort themselves
around supermassive objects;
life is a blinking infinity,
eternal and instantaneous both
and everything comes in to focus
as time is scattered to the winds
world eater come,
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gentleness
i was born into a still world.
i never thought much of the color red but i’m starting to realize how important she is.
she gives life. purpose. rebirth was and is only because of her.
i breathe in and out. i don’t smoke but the ashes flutter out of my mouth with the wilted roses, black and old.
and flowers curl their way out of me like vines, oiled and glimmering on my temples, innocent newborn snakes.
the air is heavy with nectar. my lungs almost, almost perish. the sun kisses her butter-apple flushed cheeks. amber irises make me think of the chill that comes with the rain, canines illuminated by melted candle wax. moon pearls, masking the skin. the back of a dolphin gleaming against the waves.
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re:kudzu
one wrong twitch, and every ectotherm scatters
like languid heathens who flee
weekend prophets that preach eschatology
from bifurcated tongues
perfunctorily …
with all of our electric jelly abuzz
more than enough, to make Lorenzini turn a little
green in the gills
and we won’t even notice – as it all goes to hell
as [it] foregoes the kill
instead choosing to slowly devour us whole
our dissembles dissembled
our quarantines crushed
all while lost in a Mobius twisting of knots
a capharnaum collapsing in onto itself
until ruins are all that is left
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Tectonic Gentleman
dark piano
soft light
moonlit surf
pondering offshore mountains
calved eons ago
but they only wandered several yards
content for millennia to stand
and stare
at pebbles in the sand
whilst behind them
lay the headland
a distinguished face
of Dover chalk or Maine granite
a tectonic gentleman-
he packs his bowl with mackerel
and gumrubber galoshes-
with blue strokes of lightning it's lit-
he puffs contentedly,
for he is become tinder
and straight kindling
drawing generations to his bower
dozing as they ply the sea
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lilies at the shrine of a self-absorbed neurotic
Cut the girl in half
In the pink
She will wither perfectly.
On the run, translucent
I starve to screaming
In the vomit morning
         girl made to die
On one lonely pilgrimage—
     in the window, my body
                    filled with flies
Privately thinks she cuts quite a dramatic figure
     Tragically determined & blurry
               & Fucked by older men
Their souls buzzing in the cereal boxes
& women in the magazines—
On Narrative Satisfaction and Suicide
       already in mourning for tomorrow
Please don’t go, I love you, etcetera.
In dreams I see my face
& it is very beautiful
    and made up
In the mirror I see my body
    filled with flies.
 & I torment my vessel
     as any evil spirit would
Starve it, wound it, take it for dinner
    Make
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Hi! If you missed DeviantArt's #deviousdreams FB livestream yesterday, which featured
a few sections highlighting some literature here on the site, you can watch the recording
here: [link]

DeviantArt gave us a nice surprise by having the poems & prose pieces read
by Gary Anthony Williams, an actor/voice actor that some of you
may recognize from Whose Line Is It Anyway?.

Yuukon was kind enough to make a YouTube video of him reading
my poem, no resolutions, which you can watch here:


Thanks again, Monique!
And thanks to MattBMattB for getting my poem into the pool.


  • Listening to: Jabbo Smith's Rhythm Aces - Absolutely

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The voices in my head still talk tough. I go to bed stoned, I got some walls up.

Just got the word from barefootliam and a non-DA friend that they read my poem, no resolutions, on the DA Facebook livestream today! I’m excited to watch when I get home. (And interested to hear someone besides myself reading out loud. Time to see if my line breaks translate. 😂)
No Lit DD today? Nothing is showing up on the DD page for me anyway.

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