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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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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the poet

Originally posted on George Ellington:
The words, the power, the very syntaxof your verse delights me,says the linguist in me. The imagery flows like molten cloudsover my aging soul,cries the artist in me. Your rhythm reaches into my heartand entices me to sing,chants the musician in me. The sensuality of your voice caressesmy pulsating skin,moans…

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Gardenia.

Gardenia, like death,I laugh as the moon criesto confuse the rain, midnightswims for I’d hopeI would die of dreamingas to killthe moon to give it a kiss. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

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hot suns.

breasts upon a kumquatsundown from the pied-piperin the woman’s moon, I’ve seen before I can’t even recognizewhen I rise fromthe hot sununtil a dream takesthe land in sultry menace upon the fire-flower’smouth to kiss. © 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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“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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The ocean rises.

Fossil bone, a maiden’s cliffthrowing ghosts in the stalactitesthere, my ocean is there, and I will die with the thorn in my side;abyssal shadows are empty, sandstone splits at my cheek,look at the full-bodied ocean, their fish bones belowthe memorial, from so close, I can stand upon the ocean’s bosom,her white waves upon my fingersO’ […]

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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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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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do not.

centuries dead moonpretty ladies on the streetby death, clothed withwhite snow; winter’s blue waterfingers in stardust, snitching ice redhingingas though I had seen, dearest,your physiognomy of spring,moved in black craters; (like tall roses),whisk, whisk,swaying a face, sun gardenedand unlike, cleaning osprey eggs.try beyond,do not turn from me,twitching your oceanid weeds,in symmetry twistingshyness in ice, eyes […]

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she loves you.

vanish.trade.rocks. in sanguinolent dances we tradeour flowers for knots of the moon,cracking until the leftover asylum of poetryturns and explodes in our veins, Let it be the tongue of rocks, whereserenity will kiss you in due timeand frozen fingers wed in the plow of the womb,floating, innocent of madness, the moon, she turns an ewe […]

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Oscillation.

the oscillation from Apollo’s lipsbury me, this womb of glass seas,relief—a meronym of death’s facesthe last dream my mother gaveto me. Embalm the clavicleof the tree, widowedto the eyes, mesmerizedin celestial dying things;broken sunlight(s),and milk from the bosomancient of womanin dark places. Bury mewith my fingerslazuli to the Erebusthrenody, first a dreamwithin the red-hillsthe moon’s […]

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“The Last Vow” by Priya.

Viewer discretion: Insanity and gore warning. And no disrespect to any religion was intended. He didn’t know why she’d asked to meet at the old cottage. It had been years since his wife had even mentioned this property. She greeted him at the door with a smile, vastly different from the weird behaviour exhibited by […]

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Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #4 Entries.

Here are the rest of the entries for last week’s Horror House Wednesday prompt in the order received: Dream Girl by C. Hampton-Hill. His parents had gone to bed and there had been no movement for at least half an hour. Peter laid there; his bedroom illuminated by the screen of his laptop, its warmth […]

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Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #4 Winner.

Last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday (HHW) was the following: “Isn’t this… Romantic?” “You’re a psychopath.” And boy, you psychopaths really outdone yourselves. 😉 Each entry was different, some were twisted and saturated with horror, others lighter with romance, dark humor and mystery. It was like a Christmas come early or rather a Christmas in […]

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Horror House Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest #4

**While new prompts will no longer be posted, please indulge in any prompt here that peaks your interest. You can link it down below or create a ping-back. Hello and welcome back! We are on week number four of the Horror House Flash Fiction Contest.  This week’s prompt is this: “Isn’t this… Romantic?” “You’re a […]

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“Where I’m from” by Anannya Choudhury.

I’m from Hannah MontanaThe Best of Both WorldsFrom singing at the top of my lungsWith comb for a mic I’m from the old neighborhoodThe sweet childhood memoriesFrom after school gamesAnd childish shenanigans I’m from Barbie DollsAnd kitchen setFrom operating on fake patientsWith my doctor’s set I’m from Taylor Swift songsThe cliched lines of love and […]

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