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carlosjackal 26 Feb 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Maybe One Day This Will Be Our Culture

Ignorance beyond ignorance History has lead us to this point Narcissistic clown tears down the veil And suddenly then we take notice and protest Kissinger still has a lot to answer for But he's looking like a barrel of laughs Compared to this asylum show It's so hard not to be the arsehole...

after hours
after hours 20 Feb 2017 Tag: bereaved fiction

A pretending glaucoma

Severed words they limp from the mouth like war . & still your tide moves like constants inside of me . Before you i had learned to fracture ..to peter the wind according to yours, yet always you left me wanting...

carlosjackal 14 Feb 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A The Character Assassin

One by one with slow deletion All facets and dimensions destroyed Lofty praise frazzling creative cortexes Those who praise become the hunted The shadows whisper whereabouts The crypts of stories untold piled high Chain smoking page sneerer scores another There will be no laughter or...

Ascian 12 Feb 2017 Tag: restlessness

A Figurehead

Figurehead, 2011. Starboard, bow-perched on seaward vessel, fixated: motions of rocking waves. The familiar shock-chilled salt spray sting, scents in liquid crushed shells, glasswater and life. Fingers clasped to air... This is the chanced threat of falling from cliffs that I live...

saintedmad 10 Feb 2017 Tag: l'ecriture

A the fever in a scythe girl

in some field where i love and kill, i bury my hands in dirt. there is nothing to say but so much to feel. the sunflowers lower their holyheavy heads with me, in pretty mimicry. giggling. dying. i am so full of swifts [watch now] and crows [believe now] i could fall into...

magdalena 02 Feb 2017 Tag: personal

A Trespasser

He tipped me his tailored tongue gratified my mind with eloquent faltering the street light charmed his frame and dusted my eyes with warmth his vantage point lulled my prudence I imagined he could pull me inside out with those extravagant fingers his aura 'vintage and...

magdalena 29 Jan 2017 Tag: tribute

A Corinthian

blue lips spun from broken trinkets fallen upon the last piece of solid ground the web detached itself from her brittle limbs, mind, porcelain existence eyelashes sleeping in forever dreams where she escapes the torment that chased and when the bells chime on the night breeze, I know she will...

magdalena 29 Jan 2017 Tag: tribute

A Siriol

you cannot stretch her skin across the Universe in the hope that you can bruise her with your restless lips it's too late now the destruction in your gut has twisted you are your own war and she is too far removed from the battle. my war is quiet, more often these days...

magdalena 29 Jan 2017 Tag:

A something pretty

he was just a glimpse in her slightly tainted view her pill box begged for release and she shoved it deeper she wants a mountain top romance without the fucked up rules that make her close down every cell wanting to reach out, to him if she could put herself under his skin without feeling...

saintedmad 29 Jan 2017 Tag: personal

A gentle broken bones

they say the earth heals. but this is only for the beloved. i, in this gravel bed with raining hair; let me sleep. if i am so awful, allow me one equinox and send the dark to hush me. days and nights and cryings are no longer sacred. they are burdens they are lepers...

carlosjackal 22 Jan 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Fibonacci By The Nighttime Sea

moon bright tonight...

shadoe 22 Jan 2017 Tag: miscellaneous

A to the birds in your hair

iii. i birth another fragmented creation into the pith of a pomegranate & seal its stasis with seminal fluid. sepia seeds & your leavings bloom from my marrow, sprouting vine & leaf that never bear fruit ii. you filled the eyeless face with millstones & milliseconds & flyaway shards...

after hours
after hours 21 Jan 2017 Tag: sororis

A coat hangers

. leave me to pick at your wings where sabbaticals mere profit upon re-entry & in the mean.est time I gather my crayons to coat this room in the blood of gemini ..such a reckless gravity of balance and braille that gave birth to june while murdering the messenger....

after hours
after hours 21 Jan 2017 Tag: self-pity

A good times..

mr personality.. he's pulled up lame again A waste of a man that ran-a-ground long before the legacy had time to spoil. He sits and pokes at where the time of his life went wrong, mere reflection of how an attitude in constant disregard for those that chose more than life unattended...

carlosjackal 11 Jan 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A January

Oh, January My blank page Let's start again Ethanol sugar Pulp cotton Cocoa Coffee Green and red And black, black, black Sunday blue skies 7 days after New Year 14 days 28 42 Valentine's can fuck itself Tuesdays are murder I'd kill for a drink A fairytale on terminal...

magdalena 03 Jan 2017 Tag:

A Outside

you are a slow moving pendulum caught-up in my hindsight a web tangled misconception wrapped around the stem cells of every illusion I never want to let go of a dream weaver, fighting my nightmares the seconds falling into dust an air spirit between my ribs all...

magdalena 03 Jan 2017 Tag:

A Eira

all wings and nervous energy a shape(less) soul stutters under flesh and bone the day is breaking apart long before, the night crushes it, black and blue thunder clouds, pressed in bible pages from childhood schools that raped innocent minds the wretch secretly hiding...

Brown Jenkin
Brown Jenkin 02 Jan 2017 Tag:

A Holiday Romance

“That's where I'll be, Since you left me, My tears could melt the snow” - Mud, “Lonely This Christmas” The dream ended in a dark and shabby hotel room, Above a void of ceiling fan and grime. It was Benidorm, 1985, back when you could still smoke In the rooms without staff...

magdalena 15 Dec 2016 Tag:

A Stormy (inspired by Odd Thomas)

your reality dismantled itself via the perforations in your chest your light faltered with a static noise and you smiled at him trying not to fade out butterflies are made of you they broke apart in the soft wind when your place shifted beyond the sands and you...

magdalena 15 Dec 2016 Tag:

A Desert Dancer

you are a bird, gliding with the low cloud a dancer on the desert sands your witness becomes the breeze you were never there, invisible mover . silent passion hidden on the rooftop Kachina spirit, a wanting terpsichorean scavengers below, creating war upon the broken your freedom caught...

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