fatuous laughter at my back
as carefree and orange as the sky
a gristbite growl within my chest
black and tensive as the entropic why
by TONY SINGLE
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Category Archives: POEMS
GUEST POST // The girl who vomited diamonds by Nath B-Side
Nobody saw how special she was
Nobody valued her qualities
Nobody realised her strengths,
Nobody comprehend her speech.
Some people think she was too old to be young.
Some people was sure of that.
Some people wanted to take off her peace.
But peace was her second name.
It was her. Herself.
She wasn’t more special than anybody. She was just different.
Life made her this way
and
she didn’t know how to be like the others.
While she was walking, thinking, reading …
people …. People was living.
Leaving her alone because they couldn’t understand her.
She was not the best company to celebrate because she wasn’t the happier.
She was a desired company in bed but she prefered to be bad.
While people was having a hangover… She was sleeping and
dreaming
dreaming she was vomiting diamonds.
by NATH-B-SIDE
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GUEST POST // Ten Things I Want to Forget by Daniel Serazzi
A calming voice which calls to me through the fog
a hand on my back telling me it will be alright
the warmth of a body as I shiver beneath the sheets
and the smiles, dear God, let me forget the smiles
and the pleasure of listening to her day
and tucking her into bed when she was sick
her tears of terrors past revisited again
most of all, I beg, let me forget
the soft sighs, the feeling
when flesh meets flesh
in a lover’s embrace
the glint of satisfaction
and laughter at the end
please let me forget
by DANIEL SERAZZI
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zero waste
a railway trackside
is planted with cabbage
at dusk it kind of looks like
heads growing on veggie patches
i imagine it’s the business strategy
of the railroad administration
they cultivate new passengers
from the severed parts of train victims
i pull down the shade, turn on the light
a conductor knocks at the door
she asks if i want a cup of tea
yes, please, without sugar
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Altitude by Lola Ridge
I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry
unbolt me 