Category: Poems
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(Poems) end credits – 86 words
There’s rolling text when I die— names who helped, names that didn’t. A startling construction of steel and thorns. Why I succeeded, why I failed. All written between the lines of those who built me. The backing music is a mocking drone. The theatre empties before the words stop. No anticipation of a legacy, no […]
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(Poems) – frostbite – 58 words
A path unhindered: plowed and lit framed in bright darkness. I know the way to go. But a shifting silhouette in the distance: between me and the end A lover? A killer? An end or a beginning? I go forward: trusting with eyes closed— A kiss ringed with copper on my lips. A rose-scented knife […]
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(Poems) – it dies, unaided – 54 words
The firelight begins to dim. I see it, we see it. The splitting, crackling wood quiets. Sore sorrowful sparks make their last dance. Smoke rises like irretrievable hopes escaping us The charred logs lose their glow. I sweep up the white ash, we sweep up the white ash The fireplace sits dark and still.
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(Poems) – love was framed – 128 words
there’s nothing safe about love. it can be a net waiting to catch you, or a golden line leading you forward, or chains pulling you beneath the waves. it changes and shifts. it can be a key made for your heart just as easily as it can be a knife crafted to fit between your […]
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(Poems) – dad – 46 words
we have a long way to go. so keep the door unlocked— keep the fire burning. we won’t get lost. you showed us the way. x we remember your helping hand, your tired heart. we can see you on the horizon. our gentle mountain, our way home.
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(Poems) – first snow – 96 words
every year, winter kills autumn / with bloodlust / with joy / it steps away from the body with red hands / and cold eyes / and bruised knuckles / brother killing brother / cain and abel jealous over the life the other held / just as autumn killed summer / with cold eyes / […]
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(Poems) – How to Perform a Transfusion
Start with a kiss. It’s the only anesthetic I need. Whisper a sweet lie to soften my flesh, then cut me open. Slice along my arms, saw through my rib cage. Take out my diseased heart and replace it with something still living. Drain out my blood and keep it far from anything living. Mix […]
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(Poems) – an attack / orange
it’s like that feeling of falling right when you’re about to fall asleep but some bastard has stretched it out for hours and now you have nothing to do but fall fall fall fall because you can’t sleep and you can barely breathe but you need to sleep and aren’t you just tired of that […]
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(Poems) – no driver – 95 words
I’m in a car and I’m sitting in the middle of a street / I try to push the pedals / the car doesn’t move / I don’t understand / the car isn’t moving and the cars behind me are honking / I try to shift the car between every gear / but none of […]
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(Poems) – townrot – 95 words
it’s been a year since I’ve left my hometown / or a century / the parts of me I left behind belong to someone else / and they’ve rotted by now / when I rot I do not die / I just grow thorns / I hope I’ve rotted around the throats of those who’ve […]
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(Poems) five for ten – 97 words
Go down to the corner store and buy me there / five glasses for ten / drink from me everyday / forget about me in the back of your cupboard / or drink from me once and smash me against the concrete / stomp the pieces into shards and the shards to dust/ rub what’s […]
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(Poems) – achilles – 54 words
The back of my heel is bleeding. But it’s not my weakness, or my downfall. I can’t find one part of myself that’s indestructible or strong or remarkable A Greek hero that’s all heel, with no great acts to do, with no story to be told. There’s no fatal flaw here other than me.
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(Poems) – newleaf – 106 words
Why do I enjoy this? The dry crackle of dead leaves beneath my feet, the cold that drives me behind walls of cotton and wool. xx Why does being surrounded by death feel so hopeful? I know my deepest rot isn’t dying, my own cruel poisons. This is just my heart flipped outward, myself— a […]
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(Poems) – smilehunter – 162 words
I go out into the noir sunrise, feeling the knife’s edge between summer and fall. The pavement leeches my warmth when it can’t find any in the sun. Something has gone cold and we can all feel it, even when we’re sweating. x I hunt for my joy, the kind that sprints at the sight […]
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(Poems) – colorstain – 84 words
Today I am gray— a storm without thunder— which is better than a drowned, faded blue, but I would not press to call it a full color. x I yearn to be something more. A hopeful, blinding azure, a sunlight gold— so warm you can feel it on your skin. Maybe a violet— wealthy with […]
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