HonorariumShame hands out its casual lies --Honorarium by EmmaSloane
the ones you find cruising the neighborhood
or smoking on the pleated outskirts
of the inadvisable --
with Orphean precision and
a cautious inattention to detail.
This had been a long time coming, she said,
as she shucked it of miserly virtue,
revved up the blame machines
then pistol-whipped it with its own gun.
They found it later, stuffed in a dumpster,
still no foreign countries visible
but haute-righteous protocol eye-up
in a pool of glaring consistency.
Personification of the specious, yes,
but myth said that hardly mattered now.
EvokeFrom the twilit forest came from behind me a band of dark animalsEvoke by Chrysalite
The handsome black wolves in a pack chased by the silver Moon
The ravens with their wings dripping tears from all these years
And the lady of the dead trees with a train of smoke at her heels
I walked to the ledge to watch the distant dark sea foaming
I dove among the spruces and through the crust of the earth
I felt gravity peeling away my skin to reveal the oracle's bones
I was a lightning bolt on the way to my heart like a falcon
I raised my head and from my neck grew the thorns of roses
Opened my dark eyes with silver crosses of light scintillating
From my jaws escaped fire growing into flowers of flame
While my claws dug deep into the empty shell of my body
With scales forged by the blacksmith of searing pain
And a strong spine made of diamond and adamantine
Surrounded by spells carved in clay at the beginning of time
My cries echoed in the voice of my summoner
WaitingThe summer of ‘67, funerals fanned outWaiting by EmmaSloane
like a poker hand in Mother’s family.
You could see she'd waited a lifetime
for this one, black dress in plastic,
handkerchief ironed and folded, ready.
She forced herself to touch the badge,
the service revolver he'd used, his Stetson,
sweat-stained on a hook in the hall.
She would conjure everything in time,
enough to rise above the casseroles,
the Jello salads melting in our kitchen,
hoarded tears poised above the glare
of Tupperware and Avon calling.
It was in the way she held her mouth,
her breath, waiting for something beautiful.
A childhood ago, summer nights,
her skin had prickled at the crunch of gravel,
his boots, hard across the floor,
the smells - leather, cigar smoke,
Macallan on his breath.
A five-year old wears innocence like iron
and a paper crown, shedding glitter.
She'd filled herself with crickets' song,
flown with fireflies beyond the glass,
as she waited for something beautiful.
caesuraToday, impermanence is 5 weeks of raincaesura by thetaoofchaos
and pine limbs spindling clear above the house
and things I’ve left underground:
a cavity in the storm
a stark white coat.
How do we perish yet
still lounge eminently
sharpening the catalpa
pacing the gutters
in our wanton monotone?
My jealous imperia do not ruin.
Innocence is never lost.
It grows back like phantom vertebrae
and rebuilds the animal.
The FixMy raison d'êtreThe Fix by thetaoofchaos
to gather up the lodestones
to seek out the genotype
then one by one
the plenary of a lover’s corpse.
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
While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's DayI’m sure of nothing, no one;While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's Day by thetaoofchaos
we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
In the CellarIn the Cellar by ConquerorQuixote
Years in isolation had primed her mind for overindulgence to even the faintest anomaly.
She has chosen her toys carefully.
Shared them only with those to whom she had entrusted.
As the hand of the watchmaker reaches into her basket,
It was hers to whom he had incited.
Left alone there was no due course,
To which she could duly oblige.
She ponders her enclosure;
And leaves her babies lined up straight,
As not to disturb her neighbors.
It ponders where she has hidden it's meal.
She begs it to reconsider it's choice.
Pleading that her baby has only three limbs,
But the watchmaker knows little of the hand that's missing.
So she throws her baby toward the sky;
Knows not where it will land,
Knows only when it will diverge from its upward trajectory.
Ostentatious renderings leave her babies upset and in the dark.
The rest lie concealed beneath her cape.
the lessonFollowing the last communiquethe lesson by thetaoofchaos
of any order
we'll not find a posteriori death
no grand apocalypse
carried off in bits by ants
or hurtling beside us
like dark matter twins
nestled in our bullet blue capsules
fighting us for singular dimension.
Under stones, behind the clouds
sleeping in fire, circling in bodies
we'll turn over nothing in nothing
that doesn't lead the way to these:
of my judas tree;
Keep Your Face Battle ReadyMorningKeep Your Face Battle Ready by fadingreverie
Time to squeeze into the old meat suit
Time to match
Shoes to bag to skirt to depression
And breathe in
Ideals and goals
A foreign concept known as productivity
Tongue limp behind a wall of crooked teeth
Be sure to keep all fingers clock punching ready
Time to march dutifully out the door
While paying attention the staccato of your steps aligns with your sighs and heartbeats and traffic
Don’t forget to be a willing participant
Work the Roomsince the insidesWork the Room by BlackBowfin
don't always stay
i wonder what
to call them,
in-and-out sides, just
sounds too crass
yeah, that works
one state sounds
as the opposite
everybody wins, except
Aves Muertasshelves of destruction swayAves Muertas by BlackBowfin
and their shadows
look like toys
on the opposite
forced back up
through time's airway
moments like these
don't happen often
true wins die
before they register
so, don't breathe
this world will break
it already has
moments like these
are lucky deaths
that fall to their own
into their own
a second before
the phone rings
and the voice at the other end
would tell you
that it's all
dead in frame
etched into feathers
this branded future
you already have
Crystal ActivistSoul-expanding insights for soulless puppet parasites;Crystal Activist by Nawsachi
An ouroboros of predatory paradox.
Information injections to those who've vowed silence,
Violence rationed by viewer-control chipped brains;
In a world where only souls are slain.
Remote-controlled corpses convey their allowance
of emoticon displays
and digital arrays
of expressing the image of a feeling
long-since banned or enclaved;
Expressions enslaved within the void of a grave.
The cradled values and fabled choice,
the labeled virtues and words without voice,
communication when lips don't move;
and I can only guess at the signs.
Within the confines of daily routine
and seeing but shadows of whatever's unseen
I can't help but wonder, pray tell,
What Hell is this?
And what the Hell is this?
I don't recall ever agreeing to terms
where the people are assigned to feed like worms
as prey to the vultures running the show,
but I'd love to know.
That's an order.
They follow their chain of command
while in hand
Sub(missive)ScribeMnemonic memes masticating our memories;Sub(missive)Scribe by Nawsachi
Platonic patterns circumvent the perversion.
Distractions substitute interaction
Observatory maze averts an infraction
upon our expensive right to be
experimental realms; remaining
Interferes with Reality.
Nonsense - is the common consensus.
The missive; submissive
as scribes of a destiny,
Using words as bars to creativity
And spilling the filler
outcome of depravity.
Will you sign our signature dish
Free-Will with every subscription
to any religion
revised and up-to-date.
Recurring themes integrating into sovereignty;
The gods you've created have cast you into poverty.
Simulations have shown it's what you've started,
Now until you've departed,
Stand still, stand still.
There's more to life than the replicated arguments,
They only show you what's left to lament.
They can't contr
PANtomime (Parental Deletion is Advised)I was half orphanedPANtomime (Parental Deletion is Advised) by Nawsachi
when my eyes were pried
from all the lies they hide;
from the abandonment I'm pulled through.
when I was full and primed,
when not a sentence rhymed,
and I had nothing left to cling to.
from all your hurricanes,
from saviors selling pain
in the form of placebos.
I walked a fine grey line,
the silence wasting time,
but now it's given me a reason...
I never fucked with your spells
...never fucked with your spells
The Gilded MirrorOstentatiously bedeckedThe Gilded Mirror by SilverWynd
in golden frame
which proves to be naught
but gilded facade,
its shimmering surface
whispers only lies and deceit.
Entrancing the vain
lavishing in seeing themselves
complimented by such gaudy
trimmings, their own beauty
may so easily wear away
as the varnish that so
impresses them with
the shine of false affluence.
They pray at this altar
to which they sell away
their souls, and never notice
the decay which starts to crack
around their edges as the glass
becomes dingy, and its filigree
erodes, from gold to gray-green.
Can you cry in space?Once you venture into the jarCan you cry in space? by jade-pandora
there's no place left.
Light years close in on me.
Each vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking;
gasping, tears like glass beads
quivering in the void
around me and within,
feeling my eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems
with sharp angles,
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell afloat, which has already
seen and been the death of me.
Through a portal, solar flare
rotating as the capsule
The only sound left:
the broken static from Houston.
Self-confinedOut of my own abyss –Self-confined by THFan259
Jaded wings won’t carry me
To the everlasting embrace of bliss.
I’m not letting myself flee.
Into the maze of my mind,
I’ve become an absentee.
Stepping out of the obscurity –
My enemy spreading violence,
My own self-reflection…
Shroud me in deaf silence.
For I yearn the unbinding of my mind,
By my own self –
Dance with SnakesOut in the street wounded beast’s cry ringsDance with Snakes by Bark
Hollow wind, bell chime, roar of ages
Down the line like a freight, like your mother
When she forgot to take her pills
Through thick dark glass, smoky, smooth
Howl for me, cigarette-burn eyes, howl
Driven out to the borderline, left to change
Or deflate like a tire over rusted nails
Filled to the brim with gasoline, you need
But need doesn’t stop the match being thrown
Naked in the green room again, you explode
Nobody notices how far you’ve gone
Empty lot, twilight, weeds, cracked concrete
Bring down the cold rain by existing
Take the old blue bus out into the desert
Dance with the snakes; it is done
Serpents have nothing on your biteyou are poisonous. fingers leave corrosive trailsSerpents have nothing on your bite by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
over my back, tongue presses toxic burns to my
temples. you set fires over my ribs, emerald flames.
tar coats your lungs, venom spitting up your throat
and i wonder why i always fall in love with plagues rather
MalaxophobiaThe thought of your touchMalaxophobia by SilverWynd
fills me with fear,
I imagine your fingers like
knives slicing through my flesh,
each attempted caress ripping
through me, tearing me apart.
I fathom acid upon your lips
and with a kiss my skin
would melt away from my face,
dissolving off my bones
until only a grinning skull remains.
The scent of singed flesh
seems to hover in the air
around me whenever you are near,
your embrace like lighting a match
Your eyes feel like razor blades
when you look at me, you call it
love but it renders me terrified
and I have no control over myself,
I just have to run before
I find myself eviscerated by your
MelissophobiaA discordant humMelissophobia by SilverWynd
persistent within my head,
ceaselessly I hear them
like so many voices,
certain they are mocking me.
Such small innocuous
things they seem,
frolicking among spring flowers
on a sunny day,
but I cannot help
but to see an evil glint,
and know surely
they must be there
conspiring against me.
I awaken from nightmares
drenched in sweat
imagining I am covered in welts
from head to toe
and I gasp for breath
feeling as if my throat
has begun to swell closed.
I can hear the venom
throb within my veins,
picturing my heart
why some things have to come to an endwhy some things have to come to an end by Valerie-Red
Angela cried, her feet were already aching as she dashed up the stairs that seemed to have been made for giants, rather than humans. Behind her she heard panicked screams and shouts, but she didn’t dare look back anymore. She knew they were lost and she would be too, if she dared to look back now.
“FUCK! It’s catching up!” she heard Jacob shout, not far behind her.
‘don’t waste your breath, idiot! It won’t slow down unless there’s just one of us left!’ Angela thought to herself as she dashed up the massive stone steps faster.
She heard another scream, feminine and short. She didn’t want to think about who had been swallowed by the waves this time. She didn’t want to think about yet another friend she’d now lost forever.
“AMY!” Jacob shouted back, forcing Angela to realize who the endlessly rising black abyss had taken now. It had not just swallowed any friend, but her own sister. Tears cloud
Laugther of ChildrenThe laughter of childrenLaugther of Children by SilverWynd
for I know of the malcontent
lurking within their
gleam like razor blades
behind their eyes,
with what vileness
comes their smiles
for I know the truth
of the blood upon their lips,
small gnashing teeth,
wicked deeds preformed
by tiny fingers,
how they will tear
flesh from the bone,
and mercy is a concept
lost upon them,
only to serve
their own sordid desires,
it chills me to the bone
to see them dance with joy,
because I know
secretly the way they play
with rusty nails
and broken glass.
Scavengers of LoveWith savage abandonScavengers of Love by SilverWynd
the vulture devoured the segments
of those poor, withered hearts
she fed him from the palm of her hand,
swallowing down the remnants
Her eyes were like a moonless night,
semi-sweet bitter smile turned upon
her lips, she had a soul cold as the grave
on a winter eve, and where her heart
should have been there was nothing
but an endless void.
This was as close as she ever came
to feeling something almost human,
while at first, still warm, alive,
frantically, as a frightened bird
it beat within her hands.
Pressed against her face,
she breathes it in, the taste of blood
still fresh upon her lips,
spreading like liquid fire
through her deadened body
in these moments, she transcends
into something more than just a statue
But too soon, that cherished treasure,
the once beating heart becomes still,
dead within her hands, nothing
but scrap meat for carrion feeders.
She sighs with repressed rage,
quaking despair, she craves another,
all those poor lost broke
Raven MotherShe whispered Byronic versesRaven Mother by SilverWynd
like Psalms in my ear
while holding me entranced
with her January eyes.
She had a raven for a heart
and her skin was made
of shades of death,
when she caressed me
frostbite licked like flames
from dragon's breath
across my flesh.
Yet her lips tasted of immortality
and I made her a bed from
severed angel wings
because long ago she wove my
soul into her shadows.
PassingDistant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.Passing by jade-pandora
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way toward the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s edge
the crabs startle
as I see into her grave
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 Klei-Brandybear
- 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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