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shallow creases taste our skin. casual predators. stalking voids we never knew were there. the smell of time is both sweet and sour. old clothes caked with blood and expectation....
on learning how to speak without ever being heardContinue reading on Medium »
Death? Yes, death? Do I want to… me? Yes, perhaps? The days feel the same. Is this just how the world is? I do not know. The darkness of…Continue reading on Medium »
the kitten chews her tail. the corpuscle takes a breath. time pauses. slick with intent. we feed ourselves to the nearest oblivion. arbiters of nothing. conspirators of conscience....
turn and persuade the void. loud corners arguing with silent walls. confessions in stolen smiles. touch's mercurial time machine. the sour of absent folds. fading creases. missing...
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ugly as they sometimes are. the words have their protocols. salient angles tell their stories. the last drop of water in a leaking bucket. we wander through these tornadoes. scream...
“A sapling must learn the outcomes where it is grounded and realize them so later it could live life to its fullest as a promised tree.”Continue reading on Medium »
Lately, I found myself in dark rooms,Continue reading on Medium »
places between. sunken tethers. voices in skin. quiet and absolute. too close to see. too far to reach. a murder of consent. a bargain with time. far too reliant on the generosity...
time tumbles forward. an awkward despot in leaden clothes. delicate creases in the skin of choice inevitably become permanent. we wear each other like plastic skeletons. fragile a...
Personal Perspective: Poetry is the voice of the soul—and it can also be a powerful way to augment therapy.
A world without colours would resemble a forgotten canvas — abandoned beneath endless strokes of black, white, and weary shades of grey. It would seem as though the vibrant soul of...
No fear resides where stillness meets the soul,Where silence hums beneath the ocean’s breath.The dark is not a void, but something whole A place that holds, not harbours threat or...
Tongue twists a grim night out...
O! future denying youth!...
A poem about trauma and transformation.Continue reading on Modern Women »
Daniel Vega, known as THE CODEX NOIRMATIC, is a Chilean illustrator and worldbuilder specializing in surreal, gothic fantasy. Vega creates the TERRA HYPNAGOGICA universe—a nightmar...
Like the Weird itself, poetry can be hard to define... The post The Same Thing I Do Every Night: Poetry by Maxwell Gold appeared first on Reactor.
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