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Daily Deviation
January 5, 2018
power and nothing beautiful by MineralAccident
Featured by akrasiel
Suggested by LiliWrites
Literature Text
we are exhausted
from the black box guilt
under the waves, the drinker’s need
that carries us home to make believe once,
briefly, we had a lot to say.
what I remember each morning
isn’t harmless. what we outlived at home
strikes, retreats every comfort, every dreaming
secret insisting on its own innocence.
I begged to be a third person candle
inside a groaning pumpkin husk -
this rehearsal making me glow.
from the black box guilt
under the waves, the drinker’s need
that carries us home to make believe once,
briefly, we had a lot to say.
what I remember each morning
isn’t harmless. what we outlived at home
strikes, retreats every comfort, every dreaming
secret insisting on its own innocence.
I begged to be a third person candle
inside a groaning pumpkin husk -
this rehearsal making me glow.
Literature
avifauna
curious, curious
the hang is luring,
syllables rolling
from lips alluring.
quips quick
with whispers that linger
softly in the air
and i'm hang-
ing on the edge
of your next words.
old muse, new views
this poetic motion
glides whimsical;
with a hummingbird quickness
that auras over my eyelids.
Literature
feel something why don't you
and is holographic fire still fire
or only a hollow form to
fit flames —
left my coat at home today to
let the snow bury me to
let myself know what cold feels like to
shiver
i get home at the end of the day and
struggle to breathe, ribs angry
chest desperately trying to exist
i want to cry upon the release
when my hands start shaking
i shave my head, bare it to
the trembling evidence of
breathing skin beneath
superficial femininity
giving up is such a fucking waste of time
Literature
Something Good to Eat
This news channel
Speaks to me
As a man with a bat would,
Threatening to shatter my windows
When we are all in space.
There has to be bravery
Between rivers of blood,
There has to be pretty blooms
Between the rows of grain.
The red, loathing light of filmed flames
Say no,
There is only pain,
And bread, so plain.
These blazes live to
Engage
Not for us
To be alive inside.
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LOVE the first stanza so much, but I'm not sure I follow the progression from there, but I love your imagery regardless!