^^^Y^^^ (Sssss)Y (Sssss)^^^Y^^^ (Sssss) by Schofield-Alan
If only time would milk
your memories from me like venom
from this viper’s fangs.
But every time I smile
thoughts of you flood my gullet.
I expel my tongue,
bifurcated like so many things you are;
-Your treacherous speech.
-Your polarizing embrace.
-Your divisive affections.
I bite down.
Deep Sixed (On My Mark)Targeting tyrants, in crosshairs existent;Deep Sixed (On My Mark) by Xeperpharos
A snap of the fingers, the thumb and hammer drop.
The muzzle my pointer, I've triggered in anger
events leading up to
your fall into...
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.Wicked by Bark
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
Askewed Epistle to Doctor JafreyBullet casings litter the floor of my stomachAskewed Epistle to Doctor Jafrey by Bark
The devil works the room, shaking hands, clapping backs
Long ago, with eggs, I walked softly
Now empty-handed, I stomp around like Thelonious
Popping little white pills to get through
The never-ending blitz of days, gods help me
A grey-eyed girl passes through my life like a nun
I cut the obituaries into strips and made her a bouquet
Now the ladybug lady threads her way
Through and around what’s left of my humanity
The devil doesn’t bother to greet me, he knows me well
He’s looking for new recruits; I’m already his
Beautiful LiesI feel the tendrils againBeautiful Lies by SilverWynd
slipping down my throat,
threatening to tear me apart,
and drag me back down
into those underworlds
the narrow allies
with blood stained walls
and the lingering stench
of stale smoke, piss, booze and lust,
an oily stickiness,
which when caught in just the right light
appears hypnotizingly beautiful,
but it is a drink from a poisoned well.
I feel it wanting to drive
its hooks into my heart,
inject intoxicating venom,
all the promises
that arrive upon the back of lies,
caught between Satan's thighs,
no matter how desirous the ride,
and how glorious the fall,
I refuse to be left again
collecting the bones from the floor,
picking through broken teeth,
chocking upon the filth.
I want to pitch myself off the edge
throw myself back into that chaos,
the illusion of being empowered
while subjected to abjection
and abuse, teetering upon the
edge of humiliation.
I know the feeling
when the needle is upon the table,
and you are alone with your tho
EndMy shadow has been fractured too many times, veins of gold bleeding spirits onto the rugged soil.End by tulinuotio
My face has been broken too many times, glittering shards of smiles and crying eyes gouged out by dreams.
The hands of time have forced me through nights that burst into the brightness of the sun wrestling the days.
I have filled too many notebooks with the frantic cursive of my poetry, only to tear up the pages the next day.
Too many mornings I have stitched together with my sheer willpower, praying the sky would not shatter.
There is a map of spiderwebs of abysses on my skin that ache from the mere touch of a feather.
I have walked right into the fire to destroy my need to be loved, until my heart turns to diamonds,
Until every nerve end scintillates light that turns my skin translucent and hides the painful course of time,
Becoming a salamander that cannot count the fractures in its bones, that devours the scrolls of its legends.
My hair is pure fire that turns my scalp into a bedrock f
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.
Paired or PareidoliaDo you tastePaired or Pareidolia by Xeperpharos
in the light
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
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.
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
Watching Weeds Growthe body stowedWatching Weeds Grow by BlackBowfin
in the foldaway bed
around cool burnt
in cellar air
not dark or light
watching weeds grow
escape is passed
in painful streams
What You Carrystepping awkwardlyWhat You Carry by BlackBowfin
along rural highway
where no one walks
dropoff is the only shoulder
you rub elbows with
sixty mile an hour steel
i steer well over the center line
your tears twitch a blurry
familiar, uncomfortable walk
into the optics
of yesterday's sun
it projects your steps
in this, before and later lives
you've always done it
into rear-view distance
broken glass dreams
pierce your eyes
from the inside
black irises stream down
take root, soaking you
and what you carry
what you've always carried
hopes and distractions
this trail of broken millions
ghosts walking the road
edged off, tumbled, tied in ivy
dreams bleeding out black
I (am) of the StormCircumstances and predispositionsI (am) of the Storm by Xeperpharos
I always knew it was a contrived trial
When the inquisitors bring plans to fruition
Acidic roorback of reflective guile
But I was drafted into wars that aren't physical,
Emotional? But not religious/political,
I'm a Survivor of a secret inconceivable
A hurricane between despised and despicable.
I specialize in corrective actions. Your ideals
are a cop-out,
So fuck both factions.
In the grand scheme of things they're nothing but fractions
Slide into infernos as I keep my traction
I've seen the influx of false synchronicity;
Probing my past as if it somehow defines me?
All my aggressions and my subsequent apologies,
Hallucinogenic separation of dichotomies.
As it all begins,
I can feel it within,
Apocalyptic and it's happening
As it all must end,
No love to welcome or send,
Different this time,
but still happening
Chipping HammerSimplified and crystallized,Chipping Hammer by Xeperpharos
Capsized through Cap's eyes;
To part is not singular
as a sea requires two
to recognize, to see
two sea(s), to cease
as caesar or disease.
Epitaxial taxidermy of
empty epidermal humanity -
Epitome of contemporary conformity in YOUR city.
Death as separation; death: a disconnect.
The discontent subjects of lucid dreams erect
their temples, samples of solid infatuation.
Physically reflected, manifesting disharmonious distortions,
manifest: mana feast;
Physical: phi sickle;
Reaping repetition, re-living desolation,
desperation of memory re-playing, present-tense
as characters in dreams
you've met once,
yet known for ages.
We rehearse our future stages of change
as the best fictions offer character growth
Like crystal layers grown one over another,
epitaxy overlaying ego on a blank slate;
growing one crystal layer over a substrate,
one crystal ball to fool them all;
MagicianOne day, a magician conjured flames from his sleeve and accidentally burned his silk shirt, then lamented his burns while glitter was scattered from a hatch above the stage. No matter how often he washed his hair, there was always glitter near the roots, like divine dandruff bestowed upon the pot-bellied wizard by a god that loves drama as much as he does.Magician by tulinuotio
"Lighting firecrackers is exciting as long as you are still young enough to be afraid that they blow up in your face." That is what the magician had written in a note left to his kid, with enough money to buy a happy New Year. The boy did not shed tears on a faded family portrait where everyone wore fake smiles; he had already burned it last year for two minutes of bitter entertainment, while his father was lighting three rockets at a time in an attempt to keep his mother from crying.
Earlier that morning, the sticky sweet smell of candy floss had mingled with the pungent smell of liquor on the magician's purple jacket, but he put it
forgotten daughter and an empty ring boxI have a picture of you chasing me on a scooter and a handheld pinball machine you gave me when I was 7. I haven't seen your face since I was 9 years old and you gave me your cranberry juice in the hospital. I know you started a wheelchair racing club while you were there and the doctors had to create a new rule forbidding it.forgotten daughter and an empty ring box by poeticperfectionist
You met my mother in a ice cream shop and proposed to her on a ferry without the ring box.
You were born July 7th in 1947 and you're living somewhere on the downtown east side in a wheelchair because you thought being homeless would be an adventure. I know that you were adopted and never met your birth parents. You had a previous marriage and I look exactly like my half sister. I know my half brother lives in Alberta. I know you've had two failed marriages and five abandoned children.
Mom says you left us to protect us from the friends you used to ride motorcycles with. That they beat you up on more than one occasion. That they threatened to kill her on the
grofrackgrofrack by deinktvis
poor yorik's grin
stretched thin in sleep
the adam's sin
buried soul deep
stretched thin in sleep
we are pursued
buried soul deep
we are subdued
we are pursued
by fey vultures
we are subdued
by our culture
by fey vultures
singing wise songs
by our culture
making rights wrong
singing wise songs
the adam's sin
making rights wrong
poor yorik's grin
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.
AirportsAnother day with nothing to say, blue grass green sky movingAirports by Bark
Clouds falling into bodies of water, dissolving into smoke
The beholder is at an airport, maybe O’Hare, lost as I am
Idling, waiting to see what happens now, speaker-voices instruct
What to do in case of emergency, if the stars all fall, if, if
If all of our minds go south at once, and we can’t reach home
Who will comfort us, then, if the flights are all cancelled?
A human being sits wasting time, wasting away, cancer-ridden
Dreaming of a day unlike today, when we were strong and tall
Tall as the blue trees which scrape the green sky, puncturing
Letting all the air out, little by little, with a soft hissing whisper
I was in Laurinburg that day, that day I had nothing to say
The airport there was tiny, too small for the silver-ships’ bulk
As I recall it now, no one had anything to say, voices stilled
No one even moved, but their eyes were screaming like mad
Madness moves sideways, multicolored billows of reje
FearThere is this feeling I cannot shakeFear by tophtheblindbandit
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
cursethe glass's sand, to our chagrin,curse by deinktvis
spills fast away and ne'er again
will life subsist as it has been;
may you live in, may you live in...
we're forced to watch forces align,
to our communal world malign
and lay to waste our plans contrived;
int'resting times, int'resting times...
The Devil and DeathThe Devil & DeathThe Devil and Death by SilverWynd
The faceless man
(If man at all he can be called)
in the language of the dead,
speaking in tongues
in a way that licks my soul
up and down.
I am speared
half-way between horror
is he all illusion?
A nightmare or a dream?
I gravitate towards his promises
to come perch atop his bony knee
yet I fear if I touch him
he will crumble away to dust,
but if I consent
my flesh may be rendered into stone,
and we will sit together
as lovers of the tomb
watching the dead dance
and life drain away.
He can liberate my soul
from these mortal bindings
of flesh and bone,
that are so limiting,
or so he says, though
he has not mouth of which to speak,
and the voices
may yet be within in my own head.
My heart becomes traitorous as I yearn,
I want to kneel before him,
but I might find nothing there
but air and falsity,
I would mortify myself
if he could release me,
and with but a kiss
bestow upon me the power of the gods,
Endangered in the UniverseI see wet babies plucked from housesEndangered in the Universe by Schofield-Alan
They feed screams to the sky
And I remind myself
There are more stars
Heaven In A Sad WayThere's a girl in the parkHeaven In A Sad Way by Schofield-Alan
Across the street from our house.
She's been there for days
Teaching an orphan bird
There's a man in a call center
Where I used to work
Stealing food from the fridge
He's run out of things to feed
There's a cashier in the store
Down the road from our place.
When she was just five
Her sister was electrocuted
And in another world
Broken birds and skinny dogs
Play in the snow with curious girls
And if you don't believe that
There's a world somewhere
In which you do.
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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