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never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind by andrewpom
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
Creepy-Crawl.When it rains, the snail comes.Creepy-Crawl. by Kurt-Jarram
And he tells unto me
all his gastropedal tales
from moss and rotted leaves.
He speaks of insect friendships
and also enemies.
“Beware,” he says “the centipede
and other vicious bugs
Beware” he says “Our cousins
Beware the shell-less slugs.”
“Be kind.” he says “And please leave
no salt on the kitchen floor
and, oh, would you please remove
those pellets from near the door.”
“My helix friend,” I say to him “Your words are truly wise.
A way for us to live in peace
I'm sure we can devise.
You, the noblest of bugs, who can neither bite nor sting.
I do declare your shell to be
the palace of a crawling king.”
When it's dark, the spider comes
and whispers in my ear.
How she, the arachnid garden queen
is hardly a thing to fear.
“Let me live,” she says “within your house's darkened halls
and silver tapestries I'll spin
to hang on every wall.”
She says “
Hey, Jealousyeyes cloud overHey, Jealousy by Cionie
and alcohol makes
what isn't "fair"
and a location shift
all is forgotten
the next morning
for fear of embarrassment
just a loosely titled "friendship"
swept under the rug
Triolet Of FaithDo you endeavor to hear God's refrainTriolet Of Faith by NathanielFlyingOwl
Amid life's wild and tumultuous gale?
When sense your faith beginning to wane
Do you endeavor to hear God's refrain?
When your heart is overwhelmed with pain
And when in your slumber, nightmares assail,
Do you endeavor to hear God's refrain
Amid life's wild and tumultuous gale?
Quintilla StanzasWith the passing of midnight grimQuintilla Stanzas by NathanielFlyingOwl
I hear that sound of mighty vim
The bellow of distant thunder
And as it resounds, I wonder
Why must the lightning strike with whim?
As I stand, with my waking eyes
Maintained upon the darkened skies
I contemplate whether my form
Can weather the coming storm
How strong it can make me, how wise
With the embrace of night so black
So begins the fall of cold rain
A lightning step with thunder crack
Shares with me its flashing refrain
Over its verse my soul does rack
Deep within my heart do I hear
Crashing songs of this storm so wild
These booming lyrics in my ear
What is that the thunder fears?
Does it ever feel like a child?
Another bolt of lightning strikes
Speaking without the slightest heed
To any of man's laws or creeds
Ignoring king and wretch alike
It simply goes about its deed
Cold to the BoneGive me a winter run through a sieve.Cold to the Bone by LaBruyere
Sieve-like the midnight the winter light gives,
Cold to the bone-core, pungent and bold.
Bold comes the sunlight, piercing the cold;
Forever come changes in seasons of weather,
Whether the winter comes each year forever.
Twins Her tiny cheeks go so red at first they looked fresh-slapped, and then I see dirt smiles beneath each fingernail and I shake her and knock the berries from her hands that are stained with sweet blood, and she shakes her head, her hair that’s like the fuzz on the belly of a Golden Retriever, in way that’s both yes and no, and then she starts screaming and crying and sputtering that yes, yes, she did eat them because Lauren dared her to, and she’s screaming something high, pure, and shining while in the yard there’s crowds gathering that look like statues with beating hearts and I’m breathing through my teeth for an ambulance while people say, Oh, Jesus, Oh, Jesus word’s out there’s been some kid, some nine-year-old girl, who’s stuffed berries in her mouth because Lauren dared her to, and after a minute they scatter like pigeons to scramble for their phones and there’s been a call put in for an ambulance byTwins by LeftUnfinished
The Destruction Of Millie McGuire ‘You may think that he’s a demolition expert when he’s finished with your self-esteem’The Destruction Of Millie McGuire by CupofCharlie
- George Ezra.
‘I could not eat for days, I cried so much my face has never been the same’
Millie McGuire pushed open the door to her favourite coffee shop at 1.10pm, as she did at precisely the same time every day, and hurriedly escaped the bitter chill of the unforgiving outdoors. She welcomed the whoosh of hot air cast down upon her by the shop’s heating as she removed her winter hat and stuffed it into her bag, before firmly wiping her boots on the doormat.
Flintwood’s Coffee was the pride and joy of the town. It offered delectable sandwiches and cakes, deliciously satisfying tea and coffee, and possibly the comfiest seats you could ever hope to find. Millie always came to Flintwood’s during her lunch break to escape the stresses of her job as a solicitor. No matter how much work she had left to do, no m
Doll Face. (Part 1)“So gorgeous. So marvellously beautiful.”Doll Face. (Part 1) by Kurt-Jarram
Beverly said as she stared into the fragile, porcelain face of her latest creation. Shining eyes of the most azure glass looking back at her, unblinking in their keen interest. A delicate smile spread across thin lips, affixed with an impervious, symmetrical curve that caused both her heart and the muscles of her cheeks to twinge in silent reply. An unspoken communion with this child of cloth and clay.
“So pretty. So perfect.” She continued her mantra, as she ran a thin comb through flaxen ringlets. The curls framing this portrait of purest innocence.
So few women could ever hope to create a child as perfect as this. Could hope to produce such a wonderful specimen through sperm and gestation alone. This was something beyond birth. No brief moments of unemotional humping in order to drain the donor of his spasm forced seed. No nine months of slow incubation or birth of screams, gas, air and blood.
No infantile waiting per
Because She Fits There It was the one thing you knew you had to do. You still know it. It feels wrong but you know it. Deep down in the coldest part of your brain, it’s there. She is the one thing that can bring you back. And she is so close.Because She Fits There by Sirius-the-Dog
You hang up the phone. It crashes into the receiver with the familiar metallic crunch. Your hand stays wrapped about the handle for a moment, unwilling to release it just yet. She’s waiting for you now; waiting for you to be there once more; waiting for you to hold her like you used to, arms about her and your chin resting atop her head. On the other end of the line her voice sounded beautiful, not at all like you remember it.
A car spatters down the slushy street. It sounds crisp in the frozen air. Nighttime in the winter does that to sound, sharpens it. You never noticed that before now. The way that even th
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”Afterlife Astronaut by AyeAye12
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top
The TimesI was printed on the evening of November 27th, 2008, just as the weather was turning from chilly to cold. I was tomorrow's news. At the moment I came off the press, I told the future. I knew things before the rest of the world; it was wonderful. I knew what my purpose was: to inform as many people as possible about the world's happenings.The Times by CDing93
As I was put to bed, bound against my brothers and sisters, I dreamt of being passed around a construction site, making sure all the workers were aware of which sports team triumphed, and which celebrity was getting a divorce. I dreamt that corporate peons debated over politics, and the state of the economy and which policies would be most effective in fixing the existing problems. I slept contently, snuggled warm in the middle of a stack, ready to be shipped out the next day and sold to whoever wanted me.
The next morning was cold and blustery. I was so excited about being sold that I allowed the wind to ruffle my pages, since I couldn't move on my o
ViolinI remember the dayViolin by Scarlettletters
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
eugenics in bulkBy the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages. They chose her a husband the same way they had chosen her eyes and her legs and the pale freckles that interrupted her nose - the same way their parents had designed their children and arranged their marriages, strategic.eugenics in bulk by straygod
Her father called her petite reine. He owned an antique chess board carved from ebony wood and maple. Some days she'd sneak into the library, pry open the old chequered box and pick out one of the queens, and she'd turn it round and round, searching for imperfections. It was a plain, ugly thing, huge and fat in her tiny grasp. She had wondered if he thought of her this way.
She wondered the same now.
Her hands were not her own. A businessman in a white coat had grown them slender and strong, built her carbon fiber bones and nails like arrowheads. Her mother reminded her of this when the
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Pursuing the CerberusPursuing The Cerberus
to tattered fringes
of teenage wasteland—
a hologram only
vital for the young.
burrowed in books
or dancing with ghosts
privately upon paper
during secret evenings
fueled by an inescapable
into the simulacrum
of egg shell juvenilia,
where a young boy
finally felt empowered,
not shy, awkward,
scared or taunted.
Skewed by school,
my puerile cortex
still believed poetry
a dusty beast
only the most golden
of warriors could slay.
And to write it,
you had a better chance
of finding a pot of gold
at the rainbow's end
I stuck with prose
for a decade,
there I felt
like a Godhead.
with a burning hand;
from golden slumbers.
A booming voice
rages from the pages
i wanti don’t know what to write here. that i miss you? that it’s not okay and i want your arms around me? i want the smell of you and your hands on my ears, tangled up in my hair. i want you sleeping and peaceful, fingers like butterfly wings on my spine.
i want your car, you and me and highways. i want the night pressed against us and the air thick with sufjan stevens and your voice.
i want your grandmother’s house and bumping hips in that tiny kitchen, your queen size bed and cool sheets, sprawling on the carpet in bare legs and baggy t-shirts, rug burn on the backs of my knees.
i want kissing in your parent’s half-finished basement, your mother asking my opinion of her hair and you shuffling awkwardly in the hallway. i want curling up with you on a tiny couch, half-listening to movies with dust on my feet.
i forgot how you smelled and it’s killing me.
PressureEver since the first
Step on linoleum
Under bright, humming hives,
I’ve had one job:
Be on top
As the teens trailed away,
But not the hum,
The handholds began
To shrink, some disappearing
Like a sick limbo,
The bar lowered incrementally,
Weighed with unspoken
Edged with broken glass
Chest dressed in
Glistening red satin
She went before I did,
Bar decades higher
She flew beyond it;
I saw her do it
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