begins his long march
which is a trespass
across strange earth.
of the foreigners
to whom he is the foreigner
are silken whistles
which he misses.
This is a long march.
This is a strange earth.
I am my own stranger.
LiminalityIf I believe in GodLiminality by ashellessmind
he sends me
wings from his stomach’s
& allows me to limn sublimity.
Or if each is living oblivious
I’ll wake in fright
& limn the flightlessness
of that night’s
AmpersandsThis quiet night I rescindAmpersands by ashellessmind
belief in ampersands.
Their patient meaning
collapses from forceful impatience.
Make an allowance for all
virtuosity to conclude.
Single nouns must now be governed
by single adjectives.
A reflection of my own singleness,
a reflection upon my own lack of governance.
Their meaning of unity I have reproved.
Their meaning of incessance I have begged to cease.
Please, let there be no remnant to be found remaining.
Please, let there be no more anymore.
Of endings, I foresee only one:
a period upon a too long period
a plague upon a man who couldn't wait.
Tracking RainThe insinuation of soft salt-rose-petaledTracking Rain by ashellessmind
rain pelting the window whistles
into these too changeable ears until 24 years,
seized with overbearing yearning, pour
into a single glass. The year I became Christian,
which is the year you drowned me
in a reign of love, whisks castaway
among a torrent of lingering & malingering
& my engulfment is recast
as you lifting me dripping to the surface.
Soon the self I had perceived hardly seems to be,
but for a faint rattling like that of train
tracks being racked upon my brainwaves
& although stronger metallurgy leads to more
pristine machinery, so does the warping
of the rack lead to both a wandering from
& wonderment at a rainy day's brilliant
ability to diffuse.
Rape WordsURape Words by ashellessmind
can’t write no poems
outta rape words
get inside yo mouth
& won’t let ne good thing come out
push inside yo mind
& suck yo thoughts dry
press against yo chest
& suffocate w/e
wantz 2 b expressd
swim around inside ya
curse ya shove ya blind ya
cry cry cry cry
Notes in Red Pen.All the laughter and jokes fade into noise.Notes in Red Pen. by Flame-Cullen
'Have you got a pen?'
And some leftover paper from Biology
when the sun falls early
and rises late.
People come and
as the season falls
and we learn to hate.
We wonder if it's wrong
or simply a cruel
twist of fate.
OneElephant in a top hat dancingOne by Cheshire-Jack
in a park
twirling his sugar canes like skinny striped legs
Balloon children whirlwind
around his head and
squeal delight in all
his might be choreolaynis playing
with shaken spears to scare the park guards ranging
in on him with sniper rifles
fearfully safely hid in the lake behind the hedges
snorkelling and periscoping their submarine torpedoes but
attacked by barracudas faster than sharks could ever be and
just about as toothy thanks to yearly dentist visits
as is politically correct
elephant goes bathing
and sipping in the lake that empties
and pretty soon the submarines
flop about like stressing fishes
ranging only inches where once they had control oh
elephant oh elephant you are a hero
an evolutionary hero
mutation has won the war.
I Am Who I AmI'm a rule breaker, a soul takerI Am Who I Am by DAL22-Creations
I stray from the right roads
Love the feel of the rain on my bare chest
I even eat all the ice cream
Nature: What Connects MeThe Earth is our mother,Nature: What Connects Me by wintercool612
we need to take care of it.
So many places, homes
invested by pollution
so many people
let it go unnoticed
as the pale blue sky
pitfully hangs above them.
Many have never
felt the clean air against their lungs.
Many have not seen
the bright blue sky above them.
Many have never seen
the wide open fields
full of life.
We need to keep.
our bright blue sky,
our clean air,
and open fields.
Many don't know
what it's really like
to witness nature.