(!)Two moons.
In two moons, a pseudoknot is in my blood begging to close about my last breath it wasn’t the echoing of gargoyles in our death-beds wandering our roots taken more by wiles and gutted solstice endless in your eyes I know you’re killing me © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the 3/22/2021 dVerse quadrille … Continue reading (!)Two moons.
Sun and Shooting Star (An Original Poem)
The Shooting Star flew in the night, Lost and alone, a comet amongst Unmoving brethren set on a Course for nothing more than a Bleak future of nothingness. – She was the bright, burning sun, Who shone in my life every Day for the full two years. Even in the eclipse, she gave Me the … Continue reading Sun and Shooting Star (An Original Poem)
bliss or suffering.
Phantasmagoricred gold,last breath to bind themor myself–I’m not sure; a shadow is a shadowthen so am I until I vanishinto the winter of the bears,I ask that you do not find me; I want to be played by tragic lutes,the first scene like the half of breadthe last scene, the final act to the sipof … Continue reading bliss or suffering.
Lark Adventures (Written by Al; Reposted)
Lark: I decided what I want for Christmas. Me: Oh? What? Lark: I want a kitten. Me: Do you remember what happened the last time there was another cat in the house? You two did not exactly get along. Lark: It was not my fault that Midnight brought me a half eaten lizard and then … Continue reading Lark Adventures (Written by Al; Reposted)
Okay (An Original Poem)
You sit alone like many before, You watch the stars as they glitter above, Mocking your unanswered questions. “Why must I remain? Why am I still here? Why is there this pain? What did I do wrong?” – I stand beside you as I have before, I watch your eyes as the sparkle fades, Yet … Continue reading Okay (An Original Poem)
Survival (By Devika Mathur) [And Apologies from Chris]
Prayers come to me naturally With almost every gasp my mother takes, with the fall of curved tint of autumn leaf Prayers reside in my tarnished body A temple with no bells, I chant ‘mantras’ and pray for chipped aesthetics to soothe a punctured breath, a column of swollen people with hopeless tongues. I pray … Continue reading Survival (By Devika Mathur) [And Apologies from Chris]
lady leaf of laz.
skin on handlavender riseshugged by madsunsin whiteandyellow; the moonflutes the rain, abandoned byalltheflowers and the rainis deathflutteringi fear, the spine toits leaf that blows etceteraetceteraladyleafofLazarusdoes not leave © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
slowdown.
Down, down, down the riverside. The air went dead. I suspended above the ivy waves in silence, entering into the belly indigo. Water had now been a cold darkness and I was trying to part myself from the waves above—that only seemed to inundate me further. I uttered few words I could remember or understand. … Continue reading slowdown.
(!) billowing.
Disturbs in grave repentance cracking upon the ocean’s rattle, buckling swords like a python’s tongue, madness I billow in the dusk, drysalter’s poison that pierces me in battle a fool’s dance sparred, soon falling as a leaf of willow; the razor edge of fate, wearing bone and caitiff dust in father’s displease, death tantrums veins … Continue reading (!) billowing.
lies.
for the starsi liediminish i see the moonfled the rain, deathpoising swiftly, & unspeaking,a poet crowsspun a wind, shuttingyourbeautiesin the spring-said of earthindigomy skin, I rise so no onesees meone womanbirth,subsumedbut eyesI lie with themeasy. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
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