Tag Archives: Poem

GUEST POST // Reborn by Purple Creature

I stand on the precipice of darkness, overlooking the world,
Reborn, a metamorphosis complete…
I walk naked and exposed in the forest of life…
Searching for my equal… my soul… my mate…
Cognizant of my mortality and nakedness
I remain undeterred and continue to walk.
Thorns are ripping my flesh as I walk
Insects are feasting on my blood, and yet
Unfettered I continue on my journey.
It will soon be dark… I will be walking blind soon,
But every journey has its trials and tribulations,
Mine is no different…
Growing dizzy… growing faint…
Crawling on my hands and knees…
A noise is abuzz in the forest
It’s getting louder… it’s getting closer
A shadow is looming in the forest
Growing bigger and bigger
My journey is coming to an end…
Lying on my back now,
Covered in sweat and blood,
I await the noise, I await the shadow…
The die of my life has been cast…
I open my arms, I spread my legs…
I cry out, “I am here”
I await my destiny…
Good or Bad, is not for me to judge…
I am who I am, and that’s all I can be…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Ночь

Как передать словами… тишину?
Сквозь полудрему слышный шепот ночи?
Как сахар растворяюсь и тону
В настое горьком сбывшихся пророчеств.
Я снова темнота и пустота.
Дрожит в углу серебряная тень.
А утром меня вновь заменит та,
Которая предпочитает ночи день.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Что в осени тебе моей?

Что в осени тебе моей?
Она дика и молчалива.
Немного в ней веселых дней
И много – серых и тоскливых.
Ее холодная рука
Не ободрит прикосновеньем,
И не зардеется щека
Желанья сладостным томленьем.
В глазах прозрачных голубых –
Лишь пустота и бесконечность.
Усыпан прахом дел земных
Алтарь – подножье слова ‘Вечность’

В один из шумных летних дней
Я с ней случайно повстречалась.
Похоже, нравилась я ей…
Она давно уже скончалась,
Но часть ее во мне осталась.
Что в осени тебе моей?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Oops!… We Did It Again (a Doll)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

GUEST POST // Self Eat by Spahr Plops

Normally remedy
But today
decided eating myself
was more interesting

Melty brain
made the chair, air
surreal
Could feel
my body protesting
till weakening

I don’t meditate
though pretty sure
when I ate
from an empty gut
I was
traveling across
mood shifts
and hunger spikes
striking against
my being
curiously punishing

Skipping lunch
carries much
loosely, groovy
goings
throughout waves
without creative aim

Unfortunately
each trippy
relax
(before painful
relapse)
always stemming
from single source
screaming, “Feed me!”

Eventually
succumb
Don’t want to fall
down stairs
Then while ingesting
first thing (an apple)
I begin to feel dumb

Many others starve
due to evil
I experimented
(couple hours or so)
because I found meditation
unable…

by SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2014