Utopian RuptureGive me your handUtopian Rupture by ~MorganWolfram
and lets escape to wonderland
The ecstasy unable to withstand
But I fear the worst of my touch
That you abruptly desire to clutch
Might shatter you too much
The Great WolfThe curse of the deafening howl stays within him,The Great Wolf by ~THFan259
Yellow chipped claws will rip off their skin,
His red, scarred eyes possessed by grim,
The silence breaks, a rallying cry,
He’s doomed for aye!
Nocturnal crime and silent sky,
The Great Wolf is still alone in the dead of the night,
He’s doomed for aye!
The blind rage wrapped its cold fingers around his neck again,
His sight get’s blurry as the hate coils around him like a chain,
Sweet obscurity has taken over his mind,
He will never be refined,
As the madness inside him, the moon owns the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
Into the corrupt scenery of odd,
This night the evil comes unfold,
He stepped out,
The filthy human race will wash away with blood,
The Great Wolf will tear out their frail, empty hearts,
For they wanted war tonight it starts,
His yellow fangs, the spark of life will tear away,
For they wanted death it will be given without delay,
A lightning strikes the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
The Great Wolf di
Secret ChaosBy day the building looked nothing more than a complex of flats, but at night when the pitted face of the moon illuminated its malevolent form it was clear that this place had witnessed hell. Being a former mental asylum it wasn’t surprising the place felt strange. Many of the occupants swore they heard the wailing of the nuts once imprisoned here, some even vowed they’d witnessed phantom forms wrapped in straitjackets running down the halls; in search of their sanity perhaps. Christian often joked with himself that he was one of these spectral psychos; lost in eternal illusion.Secret Chaos by =themagpiepoet
It was November and the kind of cold that’s clean and clears the mind swam in the air. Christian stepped from the pub with Motorhead’s ‘Bomber’ churning in his brain, the cleansing cold soaked into his skin and was quickly warmed by the whiskey singing inside him. The song mixed with the burning amber liquid; pumping adrenaline through his body. He jumped into a run and sprin
CurseThe water in the buckets trembles as if the roof was crying. The walls are damp as if from sweat. I have taken live embers from the fireplace and put them on the deep scratches across the lifelines on my palms.Curse by *tulinuotio
A grey-coated crow ascends from the top of the tall pine on the yard, carrying my whispers upon its beating wings. All winter I have fed it bread soaked in your blood.
I lay as if I were dead, floating placidly like Ophelia among the blooming waterlilies. I hold a cross over my heart and feel the heat of the wings of your firebirds passing overhead.
I have taught all my songs to the nightingales. Only the first note of every line I keep to myself, to feed a hidden flame. The hunting dogs can only chase their tails.
Cocoa Butter KissesCocoa Butter Kisses by ~Dontaex
I miss your cocoa butter kisses, I make cocoa butter wishes
Remember when you loved me? How’d you become so dismissive?
How’d I become so destructive? I’m calling them women bitches
Ironically enough the queen B completes my wishlist
'Cause all I want is you, no my heart's not bullet proof
The most beautifullest thing in the world, yea you’re living proof
That dreams really come true, but so do nightmares of you
So break my heart but first give me a chance to prove I’m not use - less
I’m losing my balance, I don’t know what the truth - is
You fucking snapped, since when did you get so ruthless
First you love me then you hate me, you won’t date me, you replace me
To the left, to the left, you’re irreplaceable baby
How could I not not not see it coming? A lot lot lot’s up and coming
But while it’s all passing fast my eyes are glued to your ass
It’s too late to fill the void, my paranoia’s annoyed
Losing CheckersMy mind is a conch shell,Losing Checkers by ~poeticperfectionist
filled to the brim with voices;
it collects echoes and laughter
and I can still hear your voice
even though it's been a year since
you traded your hat collection
for thick rope
and a tombstone.
Sometimes when I miss the tilt of your grin
I sit in my closet, cloaked in blankets as
my conch shell replays the ocean within your lungs
I swear I can hear you, still trying to convince me
to join the rugby team
despite my false knees.
While I may be a baptized atheist,
I like picture you infecting everyone
living behind Heaven's gates
with your endless optimism because
you give me a reason to believe and
God, I want to believe so badly,
that there is place
where you're sorry that
you sold your heart to Death
and took mine with you.
I want to believe you've found
a new friend to plays checkers with
and when I join you, I'll play too
even though I always lose,
I'll join happily because losing checkers
is nothing compared to losing you.
Eliot and the TitanSwallowed worldEliot and the Titan by *Canis44
By way of drumming streetlamps;
I Titan, who once traveled between the concretes and life
Now suffer this synthetic sun,
for such is mine empire:
Frayed ends of imagined cruelties
Where a hecatomb is my body
My body is now a place where commuters eat.
I am undying, forced to cling these images,
Of urbanite resentments.
Winter an emotionless change,
Brings to me obligatory languages
Sailing through alleys of simpering questions,
A coiling of conventions.
Elemental women talk their quartet
Breaking salutations daily over my pain
Plucking gently my chains they speak:
“Misery! to thy name, misery!
Tis’ epochal to suffer such sting
Aye are the hours and tidium it springs!
May garbage blow tempests
With papers baring tongues!
May it beckon and glide
Until thy mind dries like tubers.
O titan chained, titan of woe,
May Iove forever spurn you slow…”
Here are scenes at four-o’clock, dusty trams, vacant lots,
This is what happens when the street lamp
I Still Love YouDarkness descends on my weary soulI Still Love You by ~lianne29annika
Where dark memories forbid all hopes
Tearing me asunder
The time you left me alone
The moment you left me with nothing
The moment you took my all
You abandoned me without life
And I die each day that passes by
Here now I stand
Four years ago since you break my heart
Soulless and numb
Tormented by the pain of the past
Wrought by reality
I stand stronger than I was
Wounded and bleeding
Hatred filled my empty heart
Anger and madness
Dominated my mind
Then on a sudden realization I ended up
After all those years
I still long for your love.
Scourgeleaves shuffled alongScourge by `jade-pandora
from breezes gone bitter
across a river
with maternal blood
from my thighs that
with the onset
of autumn, and
of our union-
clay soil darkened
with cooking oil
and human waste
in the dying light
of day and a life
the way summer
only to turn away
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal by `jade-pandora
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
The Body PiercerShe would sit for hoursThe Body Piercer by ~SilverWynd
pushing the splinters under her skin,
(wood, glass, metal, each had their own special texture,
their own special pain)
watching the blood so red against
her pale near translucent skin,
it made her laugh delightfully,
sometimes they would fester,
redden and ooze,
and she watched rapt in fascination
the changing colors
were irresistibly beautiful.
it was not long before she became numb,
and the satisfaction began to falter,
that is when she began to find them,
so sweetly innocent, they had such soft,
delectable, yielding flesh, too new to have
been marred before.
.....when the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will fall baby
Cradle and all.
She giggles mirthlessly
and then she begins,
with particular care
to insert her implements,
shards, and slivers of every kind
burrowed beneath such tender flesh,
the blue veins so easily seen
and how fast the blood starts to come.
Sometimes she likes to push them in deep,
perfection1perfection by `thetaoofchaos
catches on a failure.
it doesn’t move
and nothing more is possible.
i’m in love with the Black Madonna on my wall,
the scar that runs down her breast
the way she’s sewing her suicide wrist
looking dutifully 50s mannequin
and balancing on red stilettos
in a white silk slip
while tree limbs are tearing at her calves
and crows are picking at her empty womb;
suffocating in the background
as her crest.
no one will
like she does.
MatrixIt is not how I thought of youMatrix by `jade-pandora
at the moment of your admission
which one might see as terrible
in the darkness you confide,
but as moonless in its secrecy
where my perfume cannot reach-
tumbling over black cataracts,
blood-flecked and rabid; guided,
albeit momentarily seduced,
to be lead behind
eroding bulwarks of atrocity,
climaxing into this matrix dome,
the head of a spear through a noose-
but am I not merely a bandit;
bereaved by calamity at the
pinnacle of my desire gone awry?
Or in reality, a sinister paradox
unwelcome, borne of my
own darkness, that begs you stay.
TimekeepingUsually you are late.Timekeeping by =rockgem
The time ticks...
-And without an apology you saunter in callously.
Now, the lights burn lower
The tea long grown cold.
The words and the pages flick beneath fingers,
Although the text became meaningless
Quite a while-- no make that quite some time ago,
I have no heart to re-read.
In the reflection of what ought have been a togetherness
With friends and acquaintances,
You’re beyond late.
You had a date with an afterthought.
--truth be told
I figured it was only a matter of time
Before this actually happened
And you forgot to show at all.
How To Become A WriterStare at the ceiling when MomHow To Become A Writer by *RiseandBe
turns out the light. Count sheep
jumping fences. Stop when you
can't help but image them impaled
on the fence post because they
just can't seem to jump high
enough. Shake it off. Count
backwards from one hundred by
threes: 100, 97, 94, 91, 8...
give up because you are only
seven and math is hard.
Wake up with a jolt, because you
just watched your father drown for
the 7 millionth time. Remind
yourself his cancer is gone and
"Daddy is going to be okay now."
Fall back asleep. Wake up with an
arched back because, you swear, a
thousand bees were just stinging
you all over, and you weren't
going to make it out of that
cabin alive. Tell yourself it was
just another dream and that
awful buzzing was just the air-
conditioner in the window. Fall
asleep. Wake up with a stiff body
because you were a kite, but the
wind died down. You were falling
and there was another fence post,
and damn those stupid sheep. Roll
Rub tired eyes as mother grounds
you for slee
Bleak.Left with self-fulfilling propheciesBleak. by =rockgem
And bad dreams,
The dark is no longer comforting.
I make my peace and accept
That certain things I long for
Shall never come to pass,
However much I hope and wonder who I wronged lifetimes before this.
My mind sees my reflection;
She is me but not,
First, the past me laughing at my current pathetic stagnation
She wonders where the backbone went - the extrovert slowly introverted
But its gallows laughter and she hates me--
Hating in a mocking rage what the future self has sentenced her too,
There fire is still there though--so is the pain.
Its all there…
Second, the future self - looking back, with silver flecked hair
And crinkled eyes book-marking another chapter ending
Something seems dead behind those green-grey eyes
I can almost feel a sickness, the start of its passing
And for now nothing I can do will help it.
Mourning for the self that once was, or the dreams that never happened.
Finally just myself --
I’m alone i
Dream it all AwaySometimes I feelDream it all Away by ~SilverWynd
more dead than alive
and I begin to forget
how to breathe,
I need pain
to remind me
some part of me
is still human
but then I wonder
why still hold on
I should just
let myself go,
leave it all behind,
there is only
chaos in the world,
and maybe it would
be better just
to be numb,
if even death
will release me
from this unfeeling
or will it all just be
more of the same
and maybe there
is nothing else.
So I just
close my eyes
and try to dream
my life away.
Swan SongThree years, and I'm a lost girl;Swan Song by *RiseandBe
burrowed into myself without you to
call me out.
Gentle assurances accompanying swift jerks--
you called to me like a siren,
but it was only drowning in the waves
that I could see myself clearly.
Our song, it was a classic;
the crescendos, the soft dulcet tones--
we rose and fell like an orchestra
with two conductors.
We clashed like cymbal waves and shorelines:
a chaotic masterpiece, never appreciated in its time.
We were too strong for each other,
while neither being quite strong enough.
And isn't that the way of it?
You knew me like you yourself created me, and
maybe you did.
Maybe I was a hard-headed, arrogant beast,
fixated on my own vanity,
because you wanted me that way;
and I did love the way I felt when you
I was just a girl who wanted to believe
in love and myself.
And you were just a boy showing me how.
If we had ended at the beginning,
our story would have been a romance
instead of a tragedy.
I would have been a woman, instead of
TonnageThere, in that time, that place:Tonnage by *Xeperpharos
That face was digital, steel, and traced;
Numerical laser-cutting precision,
Old man's dreams. Young mans' visions...
Jung man, Pavlov, etched in your books
cellular sell-you-liar's words,
Vague. It sneaks, it slides,
Inside this memory divide, my pride of
Anger washed-away, that hate,
the old one wastes away
He's classically villain-trained,
he's drained the life from all he's saved,
he's slaved the hopeful by their own.
hope? Their own kind? Oh,
I could tell you, owe I could tell
And this, now, here is the beginning.
The rest is a flip-book of losing and winning
and it's shed from my skin like a...
Oh no, not a snake. Too cliche for my tasssssste,
and I've lost my intentions swept under the rug
and my train of thought has slithered away,
it's all just going
A Review of Human Advancement in the 21st CenturyPARTA Review of Human Advancement in the 21st Century by ~ExistenceWeSummonYou
The tessellation of confusions sparkles in the bright sumshine of technological progress. "Can I haz data?" whispers one tech-no-crat-o-puss-puss to the next, in the great money chain mush that is yesterday's melted down scrap culture.
I do no existence. I am merely a figment of my imagination. Like so much ENTITY ENTITY ENTITY, the emaciated now is laying on the floor, gasping for memory. I do not consume the GIVE UP; it is beside me gnawing its way through the sweet concrete of justice, and that will be our future, so many varieties of orange and yellow streaking the sky, and all of the non-human animals moaning and dancing, and all of the human animals engaged in the very noble post-occupation of staring at the movement of colors. Across the sky and into our hearts! Yes, the future iENTITY ENTITY, and it is here and it is now - and now it's yesterday! It has been trapped inside the past, where it quivers with fear, and we must pray and strive to free the future from the pa
My assassin's suicideThe touch of your sword is sweet;My assassin's suicide by `jade-pandora
how willing I am as it invades.
The metal sweeps and cuts through
with the bright coldness of its keening,
diaphanous silks of virginal white
renting with each stroke
in their swirling vortex around our
floating images without shadow.
And will you lay it beside me
at the last,
will you lay it down to join me
when peace enfolds,
or will it betray us both as
century wind lays bare our bones.
Meatpacking BoulevardMeatpacking Boulevard by ~fadingreverie
Kosher slaughterhouses are now covered
with luxury apartments
so we can all have our steak
wipe mouths with silk
as we rip that meat politely
all frantic crying is now encased in marble
ensuring death is at bay
sweat rivers as we hauled the cattle in
dined solely on fish
and picked bones out our teeth
Now we keep our skinny fists
deep inside our pockets
the blood rinsed away completely
we let our tongues skim yellowing canines
polished marble sounds like decay
Talking to ghostsI met Death when I was two years old,Talking to ghosts by ~poeticperfectionist
too young to go to the funeral.
We grew up together.
He's the imaginary friend I cannot shed.
While my mother wept at the service,
he built a Lego house with me.
it had red walls,
a Lego Man inside
and a grey roof.
There were no windows.
Death told me it was better that way, but
I told him Lego Man was afraid of the dark
I could hear him crying;
I felt his tears like
solar flares in my hands.
I threw the Lego house at Death,
watching as the red pieces
spilled onto the carpet.
That was sixteen years ago.
he has stolen three more souls
from beneath my feet.
Death said it was his job,
so I told him to quit.
My statuette sister asked me
why I talk to myself so much,
I told her that's what happens
when your best friends are ghosts.
Our neighbour bought the last box of Lego
during a garage sale three houses back.
I miss you, Lego Man.
My new bedroom has angry walls,
layers of brick sing me to sleep.
Whether my eyes are open or clo
CardiophobiaWhy must it torment me so?Cardiophobia by ~SilverWynd
Never a moments peace,
never any silence,
I can always hear it,
like something alive buried deep inside me,
and there is no escape,
please, why cannot someone make it stop,
I want silence,
I want solitude,
but in the dark,
it persists to taunt me,
It rushes through my ears,
I know it wants to control me,
I can feel it,
I know I can,
feel it moving inside of me,
It is like a giant worm,
it is a chrysalis
and it is just waiting,
waiting to hatch
for some horrible creature to emerge
and then it will devour me alive.
I know it is feeding off of me,
drawing away nutrients
for some parasitic monster,
I hear it slurping away,
I begin to feel weak.
It must be stopped,
there is only one way,
the only choice,
I will carve it out of my chest,
yes, and then finally I will have silence,
I will be alone with myself
free of it, that dreadful, deceitful thing
just waiting to destroy me.
Where a Poem Once Wasall I said, all I've ever saidWhere a Poem Once Was by `jade-pandora
was rotted candied webs and fluff,
embryonic thought, stupefyingly
lightweight, naive and bluff,
I knew the moment I descended
from the feign of high spirits
as your random acts reprimanded
all the tarps of resignation from
highboys and wing chairs, showing
the jest of moldering shutters-
in a season of loons going
dormant, and so too my memory,
always trusting while throwing
caution to winds of extinction
for time to challenge,
rattling in an uneasy truce-
each fortnight remained taut,
reverberating from a pluck
on the rim, snapping loose
to whip violently back
seeking retribution where
there was never any to be had
progression, regressionlprogression, regression by *xlntwtch
she walked five wobbly steps forward
and rode my foot five big steps back-
she wore anything i dressed her in
seven to nine
she couldn't decide whether to be
a marine biologist or a writer-
she thought we were very smart
thirteen to twenty
she thought everyone was dumb
and barely listened to us- she joined
throngs of teens in angst corrals
twenty to thirty
she was too friendly and got caught
in trouble too big for her-
she was strong and fought her way out
thirty to forty
she walked five wobbly steps forward
and fell five wobbly days back-
each of us was furious at everyone
a continuation of her condition
our fears she won't get past it-
and our endless best wishes
Tunnel at the end of lightSeeking a parallel in quietusTunnel at the end of light by `jade-pandora
from the smoking fields of nebulae
where I could see all there is,
while reality floats,
its distance doubling with the
passing of each second.
To discover there are no grasslands,
there never was a serenity
and how lonely I am for that.
Only the tundra of planets
with equators untouched
by their inner engines
in an existence unchanged through
the fish-eye lens of light years,
with tilted skull caps lined up like dominos.
god can't flyIt was better when we took walks on tight-ropes,god can't fly by ~jaani-androphile
and teased the stars, tickling the undersides of their bellies,
burning our fingertips,
and cooling them on pluto, faint and far,
so that when your arms outstretched to stroke it,
you had to stand on the tips of your toes, pirouetting,
ballerina with a broken neck.
intelligibleYour acumen sharpensintelligible by `thetaoofchaos
in the stirring of a bur oak
like a lifeform in the limbs
a contretemps in the stillness
a whisper of a thought
a wrist jostled in a northern front
and here comes your aimless code
pecking holes into the new wind
a raver behind a window
in a summering driftwood cathedral
summoned from a force majeure
stealing from your audience
with the paling dead of creek bottoms
and figments curling in their wings.
The DesiccantI've marveled and I've dreadedThe Desiccant by `thetaoofchaos
how you’re not alive.
Oh, but your recountal has dimension.
I carry in my folds
an atrium of bluing bodies
you have worn like feral beasts.
You control their weather.
September’s sun will twist, untwine,
a drunken danseur in a gyre,
stuffing the skin of shadows
with internals and with deadening.
This jealousy will dry the plains,
pull up roots like rotten teeth,
dye wither-blonde wreaths into grass,
skeletonize catalpas at their fingertips.
In spaces between the lacerations
shriveling the dirt,
I will osmose the last of your water
and when not a hint is left
I’ll want for nothing more
than to crawl into your bed of arms
and die with your season.
so cruel the collateral damagea village like one from Christmas filmsso cruel the collateral damage by *alapip
meets tragedy, triggered by demons unknown.
tears in his eyes, the Governor says,
"your children will not be coming home".
lungs compress to a critical mass;
grief disperses the fallout far.
parents, stumbling, come to know,
where children were, now angels are.
we cannot suppose how others feel,
but as i age these empathies hurt,
sifting with time, settling in,
shared sorrows smother my hesitant heart.
the trolls toll this again today;
how 'craven' bespeaks of the NRA.
llp - dA - dec2012
Dear Little LightsDear Little Lights,Dear Little Lights by ^pullingcandy
You never knew me. You didn't know that I existed on the same planet as you, you were too small to understand the scope of the Earth. You lived in your secluded and sheltered circle of friends and family, as children do, merry and healthy, bright and focused. Not one of you had even an inkling that there was such a great, wide world, ready to be explored, and now, you never will. Tragically, unlawfully, disturbingly, you have each one of you been removed from the painting, inked out and painted over before you achieved any of your hopes and dreams. You will not be able to close your eyes and wait patiently for the day you grow up, the day you will marry, the day you in turn will hold a tiny, squirming body waiting for a name, so their light may shine.
You were taken before you were able to create lives for yourselves. And while you'll never get the chance to meet me, never be able to allow me the pleasure of holding your hands, or listening to your favorite bedtime
sunlightBefore the sun could rise, we returned from the Eastsunlight by ~goose-fat
And brought back golden gongs for our golden frescoes.
We were too alive to sleep, too enormous to tame,
And shook with the poverty that came suddenly with winter,
Calling and yawning, like stray cats out on the street;
When the sun came at last, and gorged itself on the fabric
Of skin, hair, and speech, we ran back, back, back
From our dreams of God, and the last flight left
Before we could even catch it; out on the road,
The world gave us tricks, offering leaves, blossoms, and other
Things as green as our blunders, while we called
For golden hands on our throats, a golden
Smell in the air, and the crackle of
Sunlight to consume our waning fires, amen.
A Heeling HeirTo’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,A Heeling Heir by ~Lady-Rosaline
I would bear the bitter cold gladly,
For the hurt we trade, a return tenfold
In happiness to share we shall receive.
My mirth and merriment are yours to nourish;
Like children on their mothers, their lives depend,
Who without maternal love are doomed to perish—
Their broken lives too shattered to mend.
There’s much for which I wish to thank you,
But I 've far too much to be gracious for.
And the confines of these lines allow only two,
But two my heart and soul do outpour.
Forgiving me without want of recompense;
For giving me the strength to move my pen.
Mea CulpaMea CulpaMea Culpa by ~xShenLong
- the fault is mine.
You're here again, my beloved. Staring down at the letters etched mechanically into white stone. Does the mere sight of my name wound you so? Were these letters what caused your face to twist into such anguish? The thought alone is a poisoned blade to my heart.
I'd go for you, I said. I told you I'd fight for you. That I'd fought to protect you. But maybe I was blinded like all the rest. Maybe... Maybe, even though you took the time and effort to caution me so, even though you risked facing wrath to warn me so... Maybe, I was blinded like all the rest.
I believed, you know? Believed in the glorified words they sprouted, believed that we were infallible. We were regaled with tales of victory and spoils, and of bringing peace while wielding the title of heroes. I believed in those words, and I believed in our cause. So I went. And I brought you with me.
We were gallant warriors, you and I. Though, we couldn't have been more different in our bat
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