Acorns for ExistentialismI. Thought, Panic, and PrayerAcorns for Existentialism
Everything abstract can
be killed and can kill. Future, He is a murderer and Medusa, he is dread is love is constant. Self, he devours and holds and releases, he has no/all mutability is all we have. God sees ambidirectionally the absurd clock he designed the titles of things which disguise themselves &n
Blood and Blossoms The gray wool uniform was sticking to Sam's lean frame by the time they broke ranks. The soldiers had stopped in an orchard and it came down the line that they were free to help themselves as they pleased. They had not waited for orders; hundreds of eager hands pulled at the trees. The sounds of gunshot and cannonfire were replaced by the thud of fruit on soft earth.Blood and Blossoms
Sam flopped under the shade of one twisting gnarled limb, an orange in his sweating fingers. Metal buckles, clips, even bullets clinked with the movement. His rifle was laid aside, momentarily forgotten in the dappled face of the f
stale notionsThe smell of sulphur, cracked lips narrow hips and winding tail If thou be'st a devil I cannot kiss thee Kiss thee? I cant stand you,stale notions
Let alone kiss you, again. Your cresent smile Brings to mind a time When i'd smile too
you collect your shrivelled dress
from our, my, barren bunker. I tap scratched walls and look away.
Its cold now. No more sulphur. No more nestling feet, late nights body heat. No more quick glances, slow dances quirky notes and orange peels. No more, no less.
His Walk Home In The Rainhysterical laughter is the ringing in his ears and spirals of psychadelic colour spin him out of control and edgewards but this is not some acid trip, some fever, this is just a taste of real life and of another perspective and maybe even of what hell feels like, he's writing all this on his arm with a broken biro and he thinks, "oh my god, is that how bad it's gotten, i had hoped it was just a monday," and the rain pours down and it's black and the puddles turn to inky holes in the pavement and the surface starts to bubble, and this is not the apocalypse or a tormented dHis Walk Home In The Rain
GuLBaHaR...
Holy Laziness, Batman!
Lazy
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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I'm no expert, so take the above with a grain of salt.
~writeaway*PoetryPlease*The-Literati~The-Last-Stanza
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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I'm no expert, so take the above with a grain of salt.
~writeaway*PoetryPlease*The-Literati~The-Last-Stanza
Best of luck with that, you should be excited.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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