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carlosjackal
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
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...

Asomatous
Asomatous 11 Feb 2017 Tag: I Ære

A Isolat

May i sit at your caves skyveined claw tips cloudward toes buried in your litho sphere You need not move, nor peer from bending thorns, nor walk the road to find me for it's your land i adore; the beckons of wood moonlight bergamoted in dusk, the trace of pawprints what...

Asomatous
Asomatous 11 Feb 2017 Tag: Prose

A Puzzlemaze of Blues

It didn’t come at dawn, it never has. This style of sky has always blossomed midday, or peaked on the break tides of sunset. Because of that I’ve never witnessed the actual miracle of its birth, catching it minutes or hours after it stenciled itself on the clouds. I’d like to believe we...

saintedmad
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
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
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
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
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
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
carlosjackal 22 Jan 2017 Tag: Miscellaneous

A Fibonacci By The Nighttime Sea

moon bright tonight...

shadoe
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...

Asomatous
Asomatous 21 Jan 2017 Tag: DID worship

A Persephone Diffraction

New day prayer, three settings one chair, scripture scotch-taped kitchen walls recited with her daily bread, every breath divine in the luciferi mind. Left Hand false light Father, named god where only she can hear. All she knows of love. No visitation, no signal from...

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....

Asomatous
Asomatous 16 Jan 2017 Tag: Pondering Her-CrB GW

A Hercules, Corona

Pinpoint Cygnus adorned in dew (each a living orb, binaries confused of which to be and on which nights and to which upturned eyes) on Hercules' clerestory arise in gold and blue. You parallax below the veil, shadow hiding nothing, born of that...

carlosjackal
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...

Asomatous
Asomatous 07 Jan 2017 Tag: Gunshotwound

A The Consequence of Nod

The Consequence of Nod i The neighborhood's alive side glances and bipolar sighs, waves on separate oceans made of sails coloured hair and close lapels, pennies on the concrete kicked together then away frantic mindless motions never quite produce a flame, orphaned spark...

magdalena
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
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...

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