GUEST POST // Portrait Of Me by Tokoni O. Uti

I’m painting a picture of my mystique.
Of my crooked lines and strange physique.
I’m fulfilling my part of the self-love pledges.
And refusing to brush away my rough edges.
I’m showing the rewards of my foolish lies.
And proudly displaying the circles beneath my eyes.
My skin bears gifts from the morning sun.
And scars from childhood fun.
I’m painting a picture of nature’s grand.
I’m painting a portrait of me.

 

by TOKONI O. UTI
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Inventing Shadows by Obsidian Visionary

A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.

Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.

Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.

Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.

 

by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
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a Happy weirdo

Nothing happens without rhyme or reason.
I don’t believe in the power of fate.
But I believe in the power of fake.

…One beautiful day you can find out that you are a blind and deaf dumbhead. It will be a quite degrading discovery, won’t it? OK! You should grieve about your underestimated and mistreated personality for five or six minutes. Don’t do this longer than six minutes! You must appreciate your time!

After that you can start an uprising. You should become a creep. You should put a happy mask on your face. You should look like a ‘Puttin’ on the Ritz’ man. By the way, if you will start to screw with perverts it will really be useful for your rehab…

Don’t think about the opinion of others and don’t forget the handcuff keys at a party! It is very important! Just do it…

Over time you may notice that you aren’t a creep and that you have a happy face under your happy mask. You can forget your old mask at a party one beautiful day… but don’t forget the handcuff keys!

Congratulations!
Your rehabilitation is over. Now you are just a happy weirdo.
And fuck all the world!

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Alice

Ivory and ebony, rock crystal and brocade,
Her life is sweet and lovely like Dundee marmalade,
Her life is bright and sparkling, a magic fairy tale…
I met her eyes. I saw her truth. A caged nightingale.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

I’m trying to keep my composure

I’m trying to keep my composure…
but my mind was caught by a barbwire enclosure!
I couldn’t sever truth and lie!
I would prefer to meet shots and die!
I forgot all my experience of verbal…
I could apply only quiet burble,
I could chomp and stutter,
I could belch and sputter!
I felt like a mauled hooker,
My body was burnt on the hellish cooker!
I got mugged like a stupid goof!
My tongue laid on the loft like proof!
I plunged into the hot bloody gel…
My perspectives deteriorated. Hell!
It makes no sense to use a compress
When a zombie gnaws your tender ass…

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014