Genesis (collaboration) by WinteroftheSoul, literature
Literature
Genesis (collaboration)
the world unseen by eyes
is the source where our world
is patterned and derived.
The spirit, speaking, swirled
Love-born light held its breath
And matter was revealed.
thus from the cosmic creche
the star's precursor seeped;
hydrogen spanned the depths.
Forth from the depths there leaped
Out of a leafing dark
Compaction that long slept.
gravity fusion sparked,
lighting the fledgling suns;
the path to life embarked.
Now, beasts, fresh-sprung buds, men, feathers, fins
Each day tumble new from dawn's gold hands.
I’ve spent far too much time
feeling small compared to you,
weaving a nest of uncertainty,
nursing doubt in my chest
like a small bird.
far too recently, I realised
that I’d been dealing in
absolutes,
and the universe does not lend itself
to those.
to a true titan
a giant is a pygmy;
scale, not size, matters.
Love, a word of pomp & piety.
Betrayal of the worst kind.
Chasing the films, projected into the sky, missing sign(s).
Instant, mobile & unread text messages, sign a smiley.
But he doesn't, now or then. Lighting
up in the dark in hope, her world turns
from purples to reds to blues--
she can't be mad at him, but how couldn't
she? Affection she craves is a gift
best given often and repeatedly;
somehow she knows he means well, but
assuming isn't always enough.
Waltzing matilda- a phrase of unstrapped freedom.
Decide- is of sweet sorrow.
Lust- a moment's time borrowed.
Impulses- one's lack of right to lead them(selves).
But choices are
Merciless and Memorable by IntelligentZombie, literature
Literature
Merciless and Memorable
Oh, the trees were lovely,
and the wind was singing
a lullaby tune as cherry blossoms
blew gently in the breeze,
little puppies were gamboling
in the spring kissed grass;
while some ducks were practicing
cannibalism, building castles
out of wee little bird bones
and worshiping Satan.
These cruel ducks, these overlords
built an empire from war
out of blood, malice and fear,
and ruled absolute
over their lower mammalian slaves.
Duck kind was cruel and evil,
but there was one, a bit odd of sorts.
He didn’t like blood, he didn’t like war.
“Stop it, stop it now,” he pleaded,
for his morals were better placed.
The
This Sh*t's Too Intellectual 4 Your Mama by vespera, literature
Literature
This Sh*t's Too Intellectual 4 Your Mama
On a Saturday I circumvent melancholy with
melancholy. You are at a friend's contemplating
hops and barley. I smoke my final cigarettes. You have
requested a switch for my new year: e-cigarettes or whatever
you call them, health benefits. I have been testing them,
the freedom of smoking indoors, wailing myself
giddy at the notion of it: puffing like a dragon, sitting
regal as a fat caterpillar. Well, final smokes are a goodbye;
we'll substitute this kind for the other.
I solipsize over your bent body,
the trails of glitter
between your breasts,
the sharp stunning whip
of ankle, thigh,
in the moment that
the elliptic shudders
converge you, shift
your sigh
into an exhale
you won't return from.
I long to keep you like
a bruise to contain your eternity,
preserve you
in the memory of your breath,
but you are vicious and lurid
in this darkness;
you crackle and blaze
and will not be subdued.
the straight columns of your legs,
the graceful arches of your ribs,
the slight strong architecture of your frame
will be enveloped in your
greedy fire,
your feet glancing and blue
as the bottom of a flame.
whiskers a-quiver,
a waistcoat and pocket watch;
my, how time flies...
A weeping willow
stretches in the breeze; rabbit
screams break the silence.
the tardy's swan song,
unintended siren's song;
hark! the rabbit hole!
Cheshire cat preens,
whiskers bloody; on a lake,
swans snuggle sunset.
knaves in a panic,
shuffling in the garden;
repainting roses.
A soft lullaby
through thick smoke; caterpillar
on a tall toadstool.
waking up at tea time,
feeling out of sorts.
i.
The week slips hard
rolling in upon itself
to pull me under;
hardly a victim, more so:
a participant lacking
ii.
I clutch at taupe walls,
boring walls that do much more
for occupying
a hangover than breaking
the monotony
iii.
The after-break, break:
realizing my solitude
undoes me quicker
than your infidelity;
than her scent on your body
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