aweary larva

behind a closed door
when the day finally ends
she becomes herself

she removes her face
like an old porcelain mask
with a hard-set smile

she unsnaps her chest
this cloying corset from ribs
which hampers breathing

she squirms on the floor
like a vulnerable slug,
writhes in agony

leaving behind her
a slippery mucoid trace
of raw poetry

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016

божевільний *

“worship me!” says god
“ha! you first!” i answer him
then god gets angry
and leaves me, slamming the door
good lord, he needs to grow up!

now i live alone
time to be an atheist
though the rent is high
at least i am my own man
in this ward for lunatics

 

* “Божевільний” means “mad, crazy, insane” in Ukrainian. “Боже (Бог)” means “God”. “Вільний (воля)” means “freedom” or “will”. So now it makes us wonder if a madman is someone who’s free from God or someone who fulfills God’s will?

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

GUEST POST // A Hymn Before Dying by Anglophiletoad

Dig down deep in the well of your soul
till you find that the well’s run dry
Stretch your wings, cut the strings,
and hope dead birds can fly
We’ve all tapped out of an empty ring
at the height of an ongoing battle
and we can’t even choke; the only sound in our throats
a hollow and meaningless rattle

Nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.

They say they want our words, our voices,
these referees of our silence
In the name of peace they command that we cease
with threats of respectable violence
Lest we speak, lest we compromise all,
they offer up stairs to the top of the wall
only to pull out the rug from our feet,
handing out blame as we fall

Nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.

Whatever ghosts we fear the most,
they pale next to the shadow
of freedom offered by those who have it
to those whose fields lie fallow

‘Cause nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.

 

by ANGLOPHILETOAD 
© All rights reserved 2016

GUEST POST // OOPS! by PROSPERMIND

Sorry,
just sorry,
for all the confusion I have caused,
for the dilemmas I have brought to you,
and for all the nerves that I have cost.

Mama I am sorry, oh,
for all the weirdness I let through,
for the choices that I poorly chose,
and for all the crazy things that only I would do.

I am sorry everyone,
for all the questions I have asked,
for every time you thought I misbehaved,
or all those playground days you picked me last,
guess I just didn’t pay attention,
or even fell asleep in class during ‘Normal 101’.

I’m sorry world,
for living life the way to make it fun,
for expressing my own happiness,
and all in all for being a piece of work,
that will always stay undone!

Now the one thing I am truly sorry for,
is for the sadness I’ll leave behind,
if my eyes and thoughts should decide one day,
that now it’s time to go blind.

But honey don’t you worry child,
I’ll try to leave this world alive,
and even if I don’t make it dear,
at least I’ve lived a happy life,
although I failed and I just made it halfway through,
you can still tell them my stories,
and let them know about all the crazy things only I would do,
know every time you tell them I’ll be sitting here,
enjoying all my memories with a happy smile,
because it was quite a ride!

I’ll see you in a while!

 

by PROSPERMIND
© All rights reserved 2015