moon stunt rain.

i rise from my bedof snakes, glassy apparition,you have nothing on me; garden fingersand eyeholes i hid from:no one can get meno one can bethe thief but the moon, I devour known bloodof these garden thorns,the moon-stunt of your flowerI see goes(and its rain). © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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glasspetals.

sometimes a moona snake on my head,a leaf from reapinga leaf from falling glasspetalsare fingers in the moonriseand sun-veins; i cannotbelieve in god after all thethings I’ve done, each oceanid clawreaches me so I drown © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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lies.

for the starsi liediminish i see the moonfled the rain, deathpoising swiftly, & unspeaking,a poet crowsspun a wind, shuttingyourbeautiesin the spring-said of earthindigomy skin, I rise so no onesees meone womanbirth,subsumedbut eyesI lie with themeasy. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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she takes.

No use for the forget-me-nots my fingers are frozen on the congeries of madness, please do not find my duplicity; through veins darkly, my pet virus born twirls the tribe of aurochs— but even then it could not embody an unbridled death to her bosom, we doth part, legs dither, heart ungrieved; if shyness shamed  […]

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“Echo” by Jo Kolar.

Potential trigger warning: This poem may have references to acts of self-harm. An echo.That vibrates in a soundless roomThat nicks the wallsThat stains the tubThat crumples the sheetsBut leaves me aloneExcept for the scar on my cheekThe things I do to myselfI don’t know why. To check out more of Jo Kolar’s work, go here.

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“30 July 2018” by adreamy1.

Found another one of my articles that I wrote on my laptop a while ago. The title is once again the day I probably finished it; it just needed a few tweaks here and there. I really ought to comb through my laptop more frequently, but at least I found it. Heh, it really helps […]

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I can not find any way alone (ft. Ryan Hair).

As I go through this journey of life, I can not find any way alone. I need you by my side. I need you to be my true north, my compass, and my guide. Subdued, my dear. Unreeling in the emptiness in limb by limb we are dreaming; the wind howls and endures the body […]

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“Poison in the Mind” by adreamy1.

While the sky is a beautiful blue Inside the house, lies a shrunken flower with a half-dead dream. To check out more of adreamy1’s work, go here.

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into loneliness.

I broke away from the ocean, in through our eyes, the waves at high tides, the roccia parts and splits where Moses split the Red Sea. In the womb of wind,           limbs and bones outline the fading star,      and the world seemed to drown in yellow velleities of loneliness. Eyes to the dream, […]

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a dream that wasn’t mine.

If ever I were to meetthe dream by sea-green eyesas they sleep, a beveled glassyet a reverie, I would imposeupon those that leftin the legs of wombto a leave-taking of melancholyas death alone drownsas the darkened sunset drowns. A sway of dark weeps,the ocean bleeds in the lithe rockswaddled at the surfdebased into what is […]

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My Monster.

In a dream be it my monster in the eyrie of leave-taking be it my death for the throes into the sea; my monster in the dark lassitude unsure but illuminated in which there is the torpid leg of maple sap warmed with hisses of the sea; my monster through branches befalls me. © 2020 […]

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“Only Moments” by Tom Alexander.

Remembering dim roomshushed conversationwhispering those complimentsalmost embarrassedtrying to communicate the reverencethe pure weight of all this feelingwading so deep in love Ah, they’re only moments… Remembering falling rainburied in each other’s coatskissing through smilesdesire whilst laughingbeing perfectly overwhelmed by someonethe greatness that is all-consumingswallowed so deeply by love They’re only momentsso missingso missed Today is […]

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“Silence” by FromtheHeart.

When the quiet hits the roomLike a silent bomb, it arrivesAnd in the silence- a lonely feelIt comes in a pretty disguise. And as you sigh, releasing breath,The day washes right away.But silence in never ending formSometimes brings sadness your way. It can make you think of happier timesOr even the struggles you’ve facedIt can […]

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For mercy. (Updated with audio recording).

An epilogue of a vista in father’s ocean eyes; the echo of the dream fallen in conniption a chrysalis of fuckery at the mind-felt waves in ice welts; torturing in a quasi-silencing of shame as the wind blows the sail, riffs on the skin, witnessing the passivity of the shore in winter carver; something in […]

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“Independence” by Martin The Poet.

I’m just going to push the boat out,spit some words and mess about.That’s what I love about writing,when you start out you have no idea what to talk about.Then words just appear out of thin air,with flare, with the power of a prayer. Single words can lead to warfareor they can take you from little […]

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Eyes #2

A/N: Inspired by this sketch prompt. Eyes  lissom, lost twinned in amnesia of darkness wrapped around the orphaned dream interwoven alone leave me alone; in transient smoke effused light and light then darkness crowned with arms around the stillness & blood-flow in droplets  under the tides to the rocks at sea. © 2020 lucysworks.com All […]

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Hey.

Hey, I’ve been trying to talk in the sandbanks of languid darkness, eons of violets caved in embryos a pitfall of resignation; you can never hear my voice, but you will see my eyes shift to the ground spending reflection—who are you, you, you are little known, and that’s okay, as a faceless shore, we […]

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Alive (to drown).

Original draft. Shudder, these leaves scuffle In the admission of winter In the yellowing stillness That faces you, bleeding mindlessness; You are a fool, you are death, where eyes decipher the plea in the thorns of a mother’s tree, and the godhood in the horizon, that wept in smothered dark, alone in Elysium labor in […]

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“A Side of Me” by Hannah Faulkner.

those thoughts rage ripping the armour, then to arrive at base under fire ambushed and falling I slide to the trench, not where men stood in their barricade boots- not. like. this. at. all- Aware this area I’ve been before where fragments fester inside out but not the bodies the fallen men, not. like. this. […]

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