daisy.

i look towardmy blood, root of the daisyeddeluded in each vein;rain flutes midnightthrough weeps of winterlaced over the moon-hothand and foot, a gardenof bones as us where we lie like pearlslittered in our elusivebeds © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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something about you that understands.

this foolworld spunin cold-bloodedlady iknow you, but iof skin and bone,and i little sun,in moon gardens of her feetI am a child, i and if aside,grown toward rootsof her bones and kneesbillowing absent, fingersof May (i close the rain)to the syntax of your voice © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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no more.

i carry the small roselike a moon of your bodya syntax of fools,that if the sun and the sky and the rosesfall to the garden i will let your name climb upon my bodyand head until iam no more. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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star or rain.

Mistress, bone-lacedaround my fingersmerciless as the moon-hungwith cigarette burns and stars;what I’d giveto billow smoketwirling lips throughthe telephone, a bloodbath in star or rainwinter was farand died,lady-footed with bone © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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Escape (An Original Poem)

Originally posted on Nexus of Writers:
I can’t escape It’s everywhere It’s part of me The pain resides Within my heart The pounding of The monotone keys I can’t hear My own heart It’s drowned out How is it that The whisper is Only heard by you?

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I moved in the effervesce of the sea. (Prose)

It would always end this way. The onslaught of the cold bites in my face raking silence to the foreshore to the leave-taking of winter pleas with sorrow and penances alone That trace abandoned into neurological thoughts, into weaves of ice that coalesces the ambrosial  sunset (in which that dies) in father’s sea. It transmits […]

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“The Birth of Tragedy in Her Arms” by Dionysius.

Loss, vanishing, the death of allThat is one and whole in my lifeDestruction, bliss, primordial envyingLife is like a kaleidoscope of phantasmagoricSilhouettes, pretty girls dancing withDevils and elves joined hands withSentient sunflowers, bliss, bliss In the truest suffering, but how?How can I win on a boardPlayed by mythic JokersTrading cosmic castrationFor a satyr’s joy? A […]

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dance (with me).

all winter, their bodies of yokethe apple blossoms, like a child,waking into the sun; I see the siennarise in the kangkung flowersof your hair, the immobile, the henna; and archaic sandsin blue fibers of fields,as the moon-eyed dreamers,you and I—we’re in anamnesis of the womb,our cerise, skins to the lemon moonand velvet landscapes in the […]

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“Ray Fiennes is Good at Being Angry, But I’m Not” by Mitch Worden.

Give me your eyes,and I’ll hold them in my mind.These brief glances of innocence I keep as treasures.The smiles you give and the moves that you make endure,constantly replaying in the caverns of my heart. Every beat sings your name no matter what I do to block it.I’d love to stop loving,but whenever you enter […]

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waiting in your mind.

I.Waiting in your mind, the stars above desert my touchyour fingers peel charred wine; II.dissolution I find, why can’t you be mine? Against the underbelly of the shore, dissected around our entwined, there is no sanctum within the stars. There is no home for you or I within the stars. III.I’m waiting in your mind, […]

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Guitar Instrumental.

I recently created a guitar instrumental with both rhythm and lead parts. It is currently untitled, but its genre delves into, I suppose, flamenco and a bit of folk country. I recorded each section and layered it together through Soundtrap. The guitar model I use is an acoustic-electric Fender CD-60SCE, the strings I use are […]

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“Fantasie Nocturne” by Dionysius.

In my visionSpins a color wheel With fauns and gnomesWhispering to me: Give in to NightHer bacchic songs This dreamI slipped in Her choral maskHer Thyrsus to whichYour head belongs Since the movieWe saw thoseYears ago A paradiseRuled byYour constellations And your moonProtecting usIn its shadows Be like the tideSubsumed byThe gravity ofYour shadow side […]

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Ionad.

Icy thorns in kestrel snow, I gather them for you; plunging ire to your still desert, stave it in illness, black lilies incite the gallows you bring into the ladies of dust if the blood oceanid parts. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem using the PLEIADES FORM […]

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eyes of the lagoon.

Father of gunmetal, fingers and sap kneeling to the blood-red of our faces from my formaldehyde Grandfather, in the black elms, a crown of sun pencils on white skin, now the eyes I find of the lagoon were treed in artichoke; father’s eyes are mine, the shore is from the foolish matriarch, babushka’s daughter and […]

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“Through The Screen” by The Anonymous One.

She messages meMy eyes light upAnd I respond as fast as I canAnd the message is receivedI see the word “typing”And I spring with joyAs our conversation flourishesInto a beautiful realityA universe, if you willOf true happinessAs I remember,I can only speakBut not touchAs she is behind the screen.

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Ocean rattle.

Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,I curl the thorns of the lilyinto the sway of red craters,cracked fossils; the possibilitythat unearths into a singlebloodline, staved in winter’s digits;I’ve cried for shadows offather’s uproots, whilsthe remembers Mother Nature’sfare. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 […]

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never a tear shed.

God fish-lines death, warming beast of waves, congeries of suffering, and it must burden the toxins and sprawlings of the moon; it hung a neck upon the curragh becoming wraith, it will desert the bloodline it came, paws toned to grass, father beating a shovel into the ground; breathes, a hierarchy of blood, in absence […]

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The sea girls.

peyote ripples uponmy father’s hands,I horde my poems in the melismaof my bare bones within the arboretum and the vagary of the moonshe nocturnes this feeling of death;it’s early winter and the sea girlswormhole into the seato drown; algorithmicthe mirror purports I writ my ghosts in the looking glass,this rite of amnesia, I’ll die in […]

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I am a ghost to you.

death is a red coquetteon your father’s fossil armits abyss forgotten and ungrievedinto cosseted veins of poetry,but words mean nothing to you; yellow dreams wept in her darkness,and caitiff of mirrored dust, and bone consumedmoon-wept death in the waves andfingertips of black lilliesnulling marrows in epicediumof the bear’s wintered hibernationthe seasons that sail the sea-skullsof […]

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“Is it only me?” by Coco.

It’s been a decade now,Since we last saw each other.But it still hurts me to know,That you’ve moved on with another. I still remember our times together,When we talked about ‘happily ever after’.Sometimes I can’t help but wonder,Is it only me, or do you also still remember? Every other night, I look at your picture,And […]

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