Lynn

2020-03-10 01:12 pm

my mother's trauma trailed behind me out of the womb, feet first.
her grief sticks to new skin like glitter.

death would be more glamorous than this.
how do i tell the woman who gave me life that i don’t want it no more?

Gord

2019-02-06 06:07 pm

Could I just wish? To be,
Mired forever in my thought,
Cubs would fish it seems;
Would one list, to be not?
On the fixtures glass,
Alike one's heart, an ass.
Like a bandage wonderful,
Placed over a chest, 
Healing hearts impass,
Task feeling, impossibly vast.
Please come back,
Please come back.
For all I want,
Is what lover's lack.

Could I just wish? I could,
Fish of this river forever,
Desiring one lost, to be not.
Would she list her lover first?
I would think so, deserved
For I have been gone,
A decade and more, lustrum.

The Sophist

2018-07-27 09:32 am

First there is clay
No meaning to a name
Strangers will pray
Friends prey on their loved ones

Some things will change
Some feelings can last days
Some people say
Sometimes it's the rainfall

Feet upon the asphalt
Back making friends
Now who gives their own heart?
Hatred instead

Gord

2016-12-12 12:00 am

Tomorrow is nothing but an intervention,
Yesterday holding the true intention.
Yet spend to stay powerful at the station,
Your people power toward a cowards end,
Politically investing on a shorter scale.

Marking with pen and paper, clearing chambers,
Tomorrow's makeshift inventions tooled on sale.
As if someday a unicorn escaped their stable,
Marked the day ideally we first fought in anger,
Then paid extorted reparations as a gamble.

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-01 12:00 am

Dangerous Soul-life...

Free to be ME
Poetic Universe

I seee you are designing a fallen fatality for me, 
a generational king with a heavenly line of royalty, 
a legacy that born in me. 
And in that you must have seen in my predetermined destiny. 
Now I see clearly what you must have already seen and that's why you can't be truthful shaitan my frienemy? 
And the lies you tell to swell the minds of those in power, 
those who seek to devour, me me me And yes in deed it is all about me, 
selfish recovery. 
I'm on the plane and I need the mask to save myself first then Amiri, 
my born leader, ruler, prince, and future KING! 
My first and only biological seed. 
The boy in the mirror is reflecting me. 
When I was five I began to die and now that I've risen they still ask the age old question why, 
because I lied first and the result was others took advantage. 
Now I'm again in love, but this time it's with me myself and I. 
The man's reflection when I stand at the edge of flowing streams, 
tells me that this man is ok and he loves what he sees, 
Looking back so calmly without the use of nicotine, 
intoxicating drinks or weed, medicinally or recreationally. 

Yes I'm free I'm free I'm free to be to be ME.

Poetic Universe.

Dangerous soul-life...

Jack Scott

2016-02-20 12:00 am

Jack Scott

2016-02-14 12:00 am

The Sophist

2015-06-19 12:00 am

No bulwark for a king's depression,
But bulwarks for a king,
Homework is a learned obsession,
But bulls work for a king.
Dogmatic in a weird direction;
Every single thing is,
Worthless upon first conception,
But the first born of the king isn't.

wanderer

2015-05-05 12:00 am

I lie eagerly awaiting for your return
exhilarated by the thought of your lips
once again touching my famished soul anew,
then by the light of the moon you hesitantly came,
first, a gentle, subtle caress
gingerly knocking on my sands
then 
a gradual deluge,
enveloping
consuming,
the whole stretch of my being
and as I lie prostrate ,
ecstatic with our intimacy, 

you have once again retreated silently
to the mighty vastness of your benefactor..,

But you shall never be mine,

for the ocean is a jealous lover.
and I am eternally condemned
to be your willing mistress
caught in this perpetual longing
waiting
anticipating
desiring
For the next cycle....

Gord

2015-03-12 12:00 am

Voice 1:

Voice 3 best friend. 
Not a yes man but extremely loyal.

Voice 2:

Wife of voice 3. 
Frail and cautious, loyal.


Voice 3:

First protagonist, rival of the first 
antagonist, husband of voice 2. 
Cautious but extremely loyal, very wealthy, 
especially in comparison to his friends. 
Initially friendly with voice 5 until 
the death of voice 4.

Voice 4:

Brother of voice 1, 
good friend of voice 3. 
Foolhardy and Quick to fight.


Voice 5:

King of a very small kingdom. 
Comparable wealth to voice 3. 
Foolhardy and loyal.


Voice 6:

Wife of voice 5, 
secretly the main antagonist, 
posing as a frail woman.


Voice 7:

Second husband and lover of voice 6. 
Regretful and contemplative, 
but loyal and easily manipulated.


Voice 8:

Antagonistic philosopher who uses his 
inherited fortune to travel and does as he wishes.
 Disloyal yet foolhardy and quick to fight. 


Voice 9:

Right hand man of voice 8, foolish 
and easily manipulated by voice 8 
and his false philosophy. 
Extremely polite and intelligent on his own,
 but loyal to his friends foremost 
in front of them.

Gord

2015-02-11 12:00 am

ACT I:
The brother of the first protagonist  challenges the first antagonist to a duel, during which the wife of the first antagonist interferes on the battle causing the brother of the first protagonist to be slain. The right hand man of the first protagonist slays the first antagonist in revenge, during which the wife of the first antagonist flees. The right hand man of the first protagonist is injured, and takes a much longer period to reach home than the wife of the first antagonist.

The wife of the first antagonist spread false rumors of cheating on the side of the brother of the first protagonist, and takes a secret lover as her new husband.

ACT II:
A long period passes and the first protagonist agrees to battle both the first antagonists wife and her new husband, who looks to regain the honor of his small kingdom against the wealth and influence of the wealthy protagonist.

During the battle, a man who looks alike to the first protagonist (second antagonist) shows up and watches over the battle as the first protagonist slays both the first antagonists' wife and her husband. As he celebrates his victory, the second antagonist slays the first protagonist with an arrow, and his right hand man disposes of the bodies.

ACT III:
A short period passes with no word of a victor on either side and the wife of the first protagonist has a breakdown, and she dies just before her husbands funeral.

During the ceremony the second antagonist shows up and declares that he is alive, and had just fallen into a river during their battle after slaying them both. A great celebration is held in his honor during which he does not question where his wife is until the right hand man of the first protagonist mentions it, which raises his suspicions. The Right Hand Man of the first protagonist is demoted whole the right hand man of the second antagonist is promoted.

ACT IV:
The second protagonist (RHM of the first protagonist) attempts to gain evidence against the second antagonist, however, the second antagonist falls ill and dies. The second protagonist gains evidence of the truth at the second protagonists funeral, but chooses not to reveal the sensitive information, and instead plans to slay the right hand man of the second antagonist, although he has reached a high ranking position since his arrival, especially as his name was left a large inheritance by the second antagonist.

Aharon Yosef

2014-10-05 12:00 am

Twisted moment making maidens kill heirs,
Violent hatred found only in pairs,
Dea, a deo exigitur, et deo accitos a mater.
Words that confine us will lead us to birth,
Sounds of the first man were cast upon Earth.
Cum dea exhorrent, cum dea so fair.
Cum dea horret, she shakes away care.

The Sophist

2014-08-27 12:00 am

What differs us;
Introspectively we diminish complexities of
 our forms.
This is why we have technologous inventions,
Rearranging norms.
We apply our new conventions,
First to rich and then to poor,
Not this our main intention,
But complex enough for sure,
To be the aim of this erection,
Before we put it in a whore,
Let's reflect on resurrection,
It is you you're fighting for.

Gord

2014-08-26 12:00 am

Let god know I denounced.
Have it be first word of mouth.
So his command can cast doubt,
Provide shelter, sans house.

Let angels know I pray ascension,
Prithee be the small good remaining,
Ironically the faith of god wains,
His couch no longer provides training,
Only a paper trail of patronizing.

The Sophist

2014-08-08 12:00 am

First I make suggestions,
Then I make demands.
With my hands I teach you lessons,
Beat you with affection,
Bleed in my perfection,
Military dance.

I've never felt so much,
Bliss in my life,
With my knife cut a grudge,
Head off with a touch,
Headlong in my hutch.
Present for my wife.

I call this self expression,
Pissing in my pants,
With my rant cause indigestion,
Racist in intention,
Hostile when I'm questioned,
A laugh I think is grand,
Apostates cut in sections.

The Sophist

2014-07-24 12:00 am

Quick, snap some pictures so my friends can see my band.
 We don't have any good songs yet so they wouldn't
 understand without the glamour shots.

Quick, take some stammered stills while I hammer shots. This
 will be the best band to make it the top without a strand
 of talent in our hands. 

Don't tell me how to raise my band. I know what music looks
 like; tactfully unplanned. I write Pizza Hut music like
 Ariana Grande. I expand, and so disband. My drummer had
 demands, and ignored my commands. My solo career takes
 stand. 

Quick, snap some more glamour shots so my friends can see
 firsthand depraved aspects of my brand.

Gord

2014-07-16 12:00 am

A relationship couldn't hurt you.
They call her whirlpool. What?
Cannot water purl, lest swirl?
Cannot the girl circle?
Without countess' calling Birle?¹
A charity now, discounts jealousy.
Apparently they want your man...

Maybe the man they seek is a boy.
Attracted to kiss curls and cute girls.
Ensnared in world's trap of spit curls,
The world is full of geothermal cores.
Moreover she's 'so hot',
She only explores herself.
I walked right into the flower shop.
Honestly I'm not looking for vagina,
I'm just looking to be the primus.²


Footnotes:
1. Swirling Water; Masculine Name;
2. The 'one'; The first.

Kodyboi

2014-04-23 12:00 am

I remember when we broke up the first time.
I remember trying to do nothing.
Saying "this is it", like a Jackson hit.
I remember not seeing you for about a month.
I remember waking up,
I remember remembering a punch in the mouth,
Reminding me to chart future relationships out.

I'm calling it off.
The wedding and the dates you liar.
I'm telling you off this time.

We'll never, ever ever get back together.
Go talk to your friends. Talk to mine.
Waste your time,
Spend your time playing pretend.
End up like Islam on the Balkan Island.

I'm really going to miss writing.
Miss writing is miswriting,
Misleading my idols into the trivial.
Hiding the infinite potential on vinyl.
Throw on the CD, it's more indie than mine.
More John Frusiante than girls from Niandra.
So for another month I'l find peace of mind.

So you called me up,
To talk about like love, but no luck.
Because I was like, and he was like.
and they were like.
Even his parents didn't like him.
So he was like, ugh, boring.
and I'm always touring, so like, fuck him.

We're never, ever, ever, getting back together.
Your friends balk, and my friends bawk.
So the whole thing is pretty complimentary.