You’re wearing this bloody sensual body suitYour seductive eyes are big & beautiful ocean blueEvery step you take is calculated & very shrewdYou’re holding me tight in your tender arms of unbreakable loop You’re dragging me out of my castle of haunted moodsMy face is hidden under the layer of my shady & torn hoodYou unhide my crown of… Read More “Poisonous” by Navin.
“Tis I, Marie, you come to seeYou there so prim on marble benchWhat brings you here week after weekI’m now a charred and crumbling wretch You heard the tales and need adviceIn one of many hundred waysI’ve seen your kind, oh once or twiceA mouse without, but heart ablaze What spells I cast to make… Read More “Tis I, Marie” by Lisa Fox.
a foot, a foot eddies in the water; an albatross is glued to the sea with dark littered eyes and the keel sea swallows its feathers in the furrow of air, mouthfuls of offal red, red they eye, then eat; then the womb in cold echoers echoers of blood, blood sleep such a last trawling… Read More trees and trees.
I. Today is Sunday and a plausible day in the calendar for me at the cafe. Recently I had a lot of angst about how I spend my time. Attempting to get back all of it from unfruitful works. Cash had never been my principle vexation. Except at a specific time of life, when I… Read More “Man in Cafe” by Rajkumar MN.
the unseen darkness and ghosts of madmen pluck the death in me with lady’s slipper petals; craters of blackberry oyster shells lay at night during winters; the red fingernails of grief, the oceania flowers drowned and in our minds we dissolve like white tombs of the moon. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. First appeared… Read More during winters.
as through I dream the dying things and brambles hunch with elbows of the moon’s hoofbeats on my white fingers; mouthfuls of red or shadows to the mid-drowning of the dream, I died once in the ghost of the sea you kill me. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write… Read More drowning.
You remain, forever,in little things lostand found again. You do remain, foreverin the moments past,and smiles frozen. You have, do, and will remain, foreverin your Shattered dreams andMy broken promises, like a light, little leaffallen on the dustto kiss it life, or like a gust of windmeant to blow itaway from me as wicked moments… Read More “Rainbows Last Forever” by Kshitij.
The doctors never diagnosed or treated the problem, crocodile they used to call her in school – not original, but it hurt. Her skin was scaly, like a crocodile, so maybe not original, but accurate. Children are magicians – finding their peers worst fears – preying on them, mercilessly. Through years of comments, sneers, good… Read More “Nina” by Just Another Writer.
This collaboration project will be centered around creating a group novel. Now, this project may go on for a lengthy period of time. Hiatuses are to be expected, which is why I will be reposting chapters to gather interest. This is also a note of caution that if you reblog such post, the link will… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter One.
I am beyond happy to announce my first publication with Free Verse Revolution. My poem is entitled “Ocean to Ocean” for FVR’s July issue of galaxies, credited under my main pseudonym. My gratitude and appreciation goes to Kristiana Reed for accepting my poem in this month’s theme. You can read it here if you’re interested.… Read More Free Verse Revolution Publication.
Hello everyone. I have three published poems (“To Accede Into My Own Desires”, “Deep in my Heart”, and “Beneath”) in Variant Literature magazine, specifically in their Second Chance Anthology. My poems are credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka. You can either pre-order the anthology here or read the free PDF instead. You can find my… Read More Variant Literature Magazine Publication.
I dreamed in Venus a darkness without a place in mistier all-the-dead feet at our bones in our graves the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place the sea waits and severs the white lines of the sun, and leaf, I toe, to rock, to tree and… Read More Venus.
Then, was enslaved in your sheathin a bosom of appearing angelic roars;hosting daringly with perfectlygroomed verses, ofyour patterns of inflictionsUnfold me; mold me!I am available for yourdesiring wraths.Untame me, hold me,I am yearning whollyto see your demogorgonsSuspended in waves I shook my petalsbrightly fair to raid your waging pedalsConsole my hungerto behold in your slumberConsole… Read More “My Symphony of Angelical Pain” by Benyin.
With the clouds in front, it’s a filthy sky. With the sands flying by, it’s a dirty gust. With the drops filled unjust, it’s a muddy rain. But for the greens in pain, and the boys of vain, and the ones insane, it’s a lovely day. To check out more of adreamy1’s work, go here.… Read More “A Lovely Day” by adreamy1.
evolve e v o l v e the lithology of the cortex and the humanity of posy flowers like bones, we are nothing if not to the sea standing alone to dissolve it is lost to I, as to my mind and the Iliad of fate, the planetary motion and the blue iris petaled onto… Read More who are we?
every crevicetracing whiteof the lonely earth;rock and boneentwine in the eyes of acanthine leavesall starved in newborn waves; losing or death if we never fall nor dreamand we sit on branch’s bone, and dream’s death,it gives us an offbeat sparrowwhile we, mourning our oceans,see the mindthat makes the root of madnessor rock, we could neverfall together. © 2020 lucysworks.com All… Read More fall together.
Feeling the fresh summer breeze on his face and the warm rays of the sun beating down on him, Tony drifted deeper into his slumber with the sound of lapping water ringing in his ears. With his head resting in his large hands, Tony lay on the lush green grass beneath the blue, cloudless ether… Read More “All About The Taste” by Baby Funbo.
I’ve lived as a statue, a quiet child. Overlooking the spume of glassy death— in the winds I would imagine to be like virgin snow; and in the cobalt blue of my father’s eyes, it is a glimpse of the sky in the brimming of sea to sea, ocean to ocean. Unsalted peanuts go to… Read More I’ve lived as a statue. (Prose)
A deep sleep in winter’s canyon turned away to the solitary dream— where it is systematic before a silence of grief; the canticle is seen through other eyes, not mine, and I don’t understand a word, whispers press unmourned in your eyes, the trace of winter hungry in different hungers despite the reverence of red… Read More solitary dream.
has died, beautiful dreamer; the sea is a language of loneliness, legs struck in the waves to the break of oaks and I finally arrived to the holes in the ocean, to in a dream I’ve left behind. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. A/N: Written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s prompt:… Read More to in a dream.