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#81 charles

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Posted 16 October 2014 - 04:47 PM

"hey newton, gravity's flawed"

i.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.


ii.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
itudinally inflected.
limbs in a languorous flexion
ultimately misplaced;
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.


iii.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.


iv.
you're like a flooding aorta
or the clutch of a chamber,
a pact that urges my wrists
to assist the split of my carcass in twain
spittled and arching in pain
flattering every angle in bledded refrain
oh god, some scars are eternal
and some phoenixes stay slain

archon of nothing
and lord of dispersing
but i cannot keep
my cursive phalanges
from fucking cursing


#82 Captain

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Posted 06 March 2015 - 10:13 PM

You guys are awesome! A few comments:

RunningAMAK, I really enjoy God Tells Me a Story (I don't know what it's actually called) a whole ton. I'm not sure what it is about it, but I just think it's really neat.

Collin, the writing exercise you did with the artist who took LSD is very cool indeed. It almost sounds like a song to me, like something Andy Hull would write all acoustic-y.

Charles, your poem about gravity just describes that particular feeling so well. I don't even know what to say, it just makes me smile every time I read it.
I will not be a parasite.

#83 The Black Hat

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Posted 05 September 2015 - 07:40 PM

Here's some of my poetry:


Catching Rain


When I, the raindrop, descended from the sky
Her umbrella denied my wish to meet her face
Even so, I am to consider myself blessed
For when she reached out her fragile hand
I had touched the sleeve's edge of her coat
Only to drip down from her finger into a puddle
I think myself a lovesick, but flawless raindrop
For my flawless love reached out for me in storms

...


Ballad of a Late Spring/Tug-o-war of Seasons from the Perspective of Mr. Winter

Winter attempted to comprehend
The Spring, but wouldn't let go
In frustration, his baffled senses
Had shed his white coats of snow
Strong mountain winds
Gale whistles thin
Spring's flowers try to bloom
But Winter sees
The season's sting
And say's "It's just too soon"
In stubbornness, the Winter boasts
That he is not yet old
But in the end, the world proposed
He depart with his cold
The Winter pondered in his mind
Perhaps he'd played his part
"I've had around 4 months to shine"
Warmth birthed within his heart
So finally, Winter bowed his head
The torch to Spring he passed
So then, he walked to his arctic bed
Enclosed in icy blasts

...

Garden

The unsteady winds in lilac romance
Blooming entwined with my senses
My soul blushed from the exposure
Like lapses I feel when I hear you sing
Blossoming to thin air, a masterpiece
They waltz in the breeze as you, dear
Compliment the Spring, so beautiful
To let it be as it is, observed lightly
Pale as fear, living with little time
So sweetly falling on memory of you
Elegantly reminding me of completion
These are affections I carry in March
Beautifully free, and precious to me

...

Swan Hunt

Walking backwards into your eyes
Humiliation fueled by amour
Awakens the colors in my soul
Yet dismays the mind
How will I be held in your regard?
You untie conception when spotted
Shattered fragments of glass
Reflect the instant affection
Time stops operation in this moment
And my shadow swims in light
My soul's windows dilate
With trepidation
I anticipate this tradition to change
In hopes that your vision compares

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#84 charles

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Posted 11 September 2015 - 12:18 AM

"casket gasps"

i am the deadest of ends,
antithetical in every sense.
here to be seen but to never reveal
and make motions but never be real;
i am the meaning of nil.
i have been spinning my will.
no disrespect to my gliitches
but all i have written is whittling sounds
at the bottoms of ditches:

graves. i am the weakest of waves,
the slimmest of chances,
the rejected brave.
i keep advancing in space
without altering pace
but we know that all life is a cycle.
buy myself more time
by biding disciples.
i am a biting goodbye
but am hardly an eyeful
and awful from under my hood
to the absolute top of my despairs.

stares from the masses,
i am a lacking tumultuous
harboring backslashes
as choir voices only known to be fluent
in ruin.
i am a chasm of stars,
an alacritous charm
that convulses the willing
in ardent renewing.
i am no sargent,
i am a million virus cells
swarming in moonlit arcs.

archon of nothing
and lord of dispersing
but i cannot keep
my cursive phalanges
from fucking cursing.

archon of nothing
and lord of dispersing
but i cannot keep
my cursive phalanges
from fucking cursing


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Posted 16 September 2015 - 01:01 PM

Regrets are reset
Hurt that was once buried born anew
A sleeping bear awoken.
Growling.
Gnawing.
On the bones and gristle of promises twice broken
Saline solutions drop in open flesh
Sizzling cleanliness burns fresh
Skin drapes clinging
A rain soaked shirt of humanity
Folded unnaturally
Formed and reformed
Scars opening and closing
Hateful volcanoes
Spouting, splitting
Separating epidermal tectonic plates
Pull yourself out of the gutter
Motherfucker
When you're bleeding
And it feels just like your bleeding

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Posted 18 September 2015 - 09:33 AM

I wish I were a violent man
Violent with truth
Violent in hope and passion
And violently wrought with love
I would be gentle with my violence
Using it as a furnace to power puerile pursuits
A fount of bubbling kindness
But I am not a violent man
I am feeble
Mewling and cowardly
Tattooed with bruises
Knuckles rapped, cut and bloody
Joints groan under the weight
The creaking floorboards of a haunted home
Violently leveled by its own ineptitude
Pull yourself out of the gutter
Motherfucker
When you're bleeding
And it feels just like your bleeding

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Posted 19 September 2015 - 01:36 PM

Lightning flashes are my flowers
One bolt: She loves me
Two bolts: She loves me not
Three bolts: My death knoll
The last flash I see will decide my fate
One bolt.
I am filled to the core
My wanton desires couple graciously to hers
Two bolts.
She disappears in the mid afternoon
A hot summer linchpin rusted by rainfall
One bolt.
Her eyes, scintillating serenity
Waves of cool water clear my senses
Two bolts.
A feast set before me uneaten
Wrists broken. Mouth sewn.
Three bolts.
The last flash.
Thunder.
One bolt.

Edited by popnfresh, 19 September 2015 - 01:37 PM.

Pull yourself out of the gutter
Motherfucker
When you're bleeding
And it feels just like your bleeding

#88 lolokaust

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Posted 27 September 2015 - 11:31 AM

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I've got a knife
Get in the fucking car
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