After 20 days I'm back! It wasn't supposed to be this long, so I apologize. What's new with everyone? Also, feel free to comment a piece from your gallery you would like more feedback on.
I'm going on a short hiatus. I'll be back soon.
bone nibbler40 days without water the ground steadying itselfbone nibbler by ghostinafog
with your body the labia of the magma, faculty of the volcano
like a helpless child. swinging on amniotic black ropes,
you allow the power to leach from you because at the other end of the desert
there is a destination
that cannot be reached by lego blocks of goal-setting and other drivel
like bring your own gasoline to the pity party.
then bathe in it and drink like the sickness of a wicker man
and tell your mothers cherry trees blossomed. they will love it
on the pimply braille of expunged chipped-off bark
it is because at the end of the journey the tv will switch to colour
the equilibrium will shift it will be uncanny
it might be death. you continue
hacking away on the off chance tha
Death has chivalryHe comes when I’m neck-deep in porcelain. He stands below my porch, and waits for me with a smile.Death has chivalry by Nullibicity
He knows it’ll be 20 minutes at best until I muster the courage to step outside the door, and another 10 until I’ll even look at him, but he never seems to mind.
“Aren’t you tired of rejection yet?” I sigh, when I finally acknowledge him, wrinkling my temples into ripples and headaches. He’s a statue in the corner of my vision.
“Finally.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. There's that smirk. “You’ll come to me eventually.” He always sounds so sure.
“Why do you always insist on coming out like that?” He surveys my bare legs and feet as they bury toes in snow, but he stops suddenly. He doesn't look at me as he throws me up his scarf. “Frostbite isn’t a very good method for pain. Want to tell me what happened?”
I shake, but we both know it’s not the cold. I seek out his eyes like a
salem lives in youYou watch girlssalem lives in you by Nullibicity
like witches, as if
the opening of their Jupiter-
mouths will be enough
to condemn them to some
global podium of wrong.
Well? My bones are stars
(and maybe that’s why
eating feels like the meeting
of too much gravity and ash),
the Capricorn dots in
the alveoli of my lungs
making sure every breath
I breathe is frigid and black
like the ice in my fingernails –
they let me fly, but…
I’ll let you in on a secret:
it isn't magic to die early
or late on the doorstep
of a senile, nostalgic world –
so in longing for a past
that it repeats, repeats, repeats—
because most would call it mercy.
The Electronic ZionismOPEN. Empty, black stage; the void.The Electronic Zionism by AyeAye12
Enter TUMBLR. Introduced with a plume of ocean-blue smoke. She is a woman, middle aged, dressed in a long and flowing navy dress.
She speaks to the audience, joyous;
TUMBLR: The feed has broken! Ferguson has grown in appetite and consumed the world in a righteous rage. Streets are aflame in the reds of freedom and all souls lay bare for Goddess Morality. The cosmic dialectic nears its conclusion. The samsaric GIF has stopped, rejoice!
A sickly hiss of emerald green smoke. Enter: CHAN, Manifestation Of Freedom’s Prosperities; Anarchy, Liberty, Decadence, Depravity. He is a crooked, dwarfish old man, holding a cane of volcanic bone.
CHAN: And yet, the politicians sip their Mountain Dew in a steel-grey White House. The bankers relax behind cardboard avatars of themselves. Hong Kong burns. Westminster burns. The Eye of Edgehill has been gouged out, left a gaping hole in the side of Elizabeth Tower, yes- but still the eaters find refug
I am a youth poet that has been professionally published before in The Artistic Muse, Off the Coast, Literary Juice, and The Jawline Review. I have two books close to being ready to publish. |
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