"A PERSON WITH KNOWLEDGE OF THE SITUATION": Thank... →
withknowledgeofthesituation: Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing well! So since I’m probably going to be taking a break from writing here to focus on schoolwork as well as other personal matters I thought I would share with you a short story I wrote late last year. If you’re in for a read, please take a look and I would… Click link above to continue..
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ambiguous-transparency: So this is how it feels to be holding hands with someone who has already drowned in his sorrows, his judgment long asphyxiated by the jealous waves of conned victory. He told me that he is drowning so I can swim back ashore, to pick up dried starfish and hang them up in the night sky, deluding the hopeful with the lifeless crimson for the already-dead bright yellow and...
sundaynightat8on: Harlot, bring about the dance of the dead. Spread the rash for a flash dance, granted I’m ranting. Looks like round two’s dedicated to two. Having fun? What do you need? Who’s a little sloppy? Who INDEED. I see, a seed in me she planted, but dry talk can’t support a garden in my heart for her. Remember cliché? Rue the day I wrote those fucking words. So knock ‘em back,...
None the Wiser by Mackenzie Leigh Whitehair
Wisdom: Seeing not eyes, But diamonds, Sighs of plenty Choking Minds like Crowded street corners, Anxiety in disrepair, Flitting disregard, Fleeting destitution of heart I am convalesced Convalesced: am I? Heart of destitution fleeting Disregard, flitting Disrepair in anxiety Street corners crowded Like minds Choking Plenty of sighs Diamonds, but Eyes not seeing Wisdom
Deus Ex Machina by Adam Quenton Goes
Every day is a conclusion lately. I scrub myself raw in the pyre, I march down the street with a head in my hands dripping blood victoriously. The curtain shuts off the sound, floods my nose, gags me and cuts off my fingers at the second knuckle. Yet, there are...
the bartender sops up the booze tears and ash left on the bar after the usual wednesday night as he flips up the stools he can feel the indentations left by the asses and empty wallets of the broke souls who spent their last dollars trying to forget that tonight existed and the shit tomorrow was bound to throw in their faces he felt a deep sadness for those ghosts he knew all too well why they...
Postmodern Poetics by Mike Hilbig
pedanticpersiflage: Netflix is the epitome of postmodern tragedy. I spent four hours searching only to find a documentary about comedy, which only runs for one.
Whisper In A Wave by Mackenzie Leigh Whitehair
I was swallowed by your gaze A goodbye whispered in a wave Standing stock, still as a frame Saline swimming through my veins In winter you were soft and mild Sifting through pictures of me as a child Upon my throat your breath then sidled While teeth shook, bleak and blessed, unbridled I was lost in love and light The luminescence of your life A cloud of smoke, both blood and blind Sheathed safe...
Guts For Dinner
api-cutter: Today I ate my guts for dinner while my heads smashed thinner I drove the line between sanity hoping for a calamity But their was no pause were both the cause While breathing noxious Fumes and seeing hazy hues We traced thoughts of us but the inks made of puss And my souls buried in the sand of ancient seas well past my scraped up knees Begging to be drowned a feeling that cant be...