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I will be featuring a group of five or so people for the next couple of weeks. Something I should have started a month ago but, you know Life, it gets in the way.
Here's the first bunch of talents:
betwixtthepages
forestmeetwildfire
your-methamphetamine
melodysnow
Queshy
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Enjoy!
Here's the first bunch of talents:
betwixtthepages
Robin SongsIce on the window;
a red-breasted robin sings,
remembering spring.
Scarecrow FingersThey loom rigid in
the distance, straw hands grasping
at dark, empty skies.
forestmeetwildfire
the glass jardancing with mary
was like keeping several
galaxies in a jar closed tight;
we took a peek for just
a moment and the image of
stars and nebulae were forever
imprinted on our retinas.
we liked to think
that if we turned off the lights
and looked inside we might find
meteors, fireflies, paper planes,
cranes, sheet music, teacups,
soggy books, broken hearts,
broken pianos, those fifty cents
i gave to that homeless man
last tuesday. we might find
a glimpse of our future, together
or not together. in love,
or not in love. we might be druggies,
or prostitutes, bus drivers, cancer
researchers, secretaries, teachers
(if i am a teacher i will corrupt
the minds of all children, i will
let them think with their hearts
and not their minds
and this will destroy them all)
death is comingi awake to
the sound of migrating birds
swirling the pale morning sky like
buzzing clouds of flies;
i see through sleep-drunk
eyes behind curtained windows
huge crows,
cackling like hyenas and
camouflaged into trees
(i mistake them for leaves
until they erupt like
enormous black butterflies
fleeing a small child, wings
strong against the wind,
and, soon, tiny spots
on the horizon)
your-methamphetamine
mitosis always broke my heartAstors of minute fortunes:thumb353712168:
b l o o m e d
when electricity created function from
an impulse.
You were an extension of me -
my only viable chromatid -
connected at our centromere
was the heart
of failure.
They progressed, those star-fire
petals, attac(k)hing us
to something more
foreign -
and on this mitotic spindle, we were
too
naive to know
this is it,
our ignored forementioned goodbyes.
We were broken at the thorax,
our H's became I's,
our union became two singular coils of
characteristics.
We were on separate poles of the
same planet
and
when
we were separated by phospholipids
and glycoproteins,
life was given to another replay
of the same story.
We were only a microsecond tragedy.
melodysnow
The Riverthe grooves of her old skin:thumb358127495:
are filled with the forgotten languages
of a thousand lost peoples,
abandoned by gods trapped in their infancy.
she carries the weight of these memories downstream
and carves their stories into the sides of cliffs;
but we have forgotten how to read her words—
braille-spells and earthen-magick
—her belly is full and sick,
and we are illiterate children
basking in the afterthought of our own ruin.
Queshy
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Enjoy!
here we go
I keep nicking up my hand somehow only to realize it after the hand sanitizer. hot holy hell fire. I don't understand how I've gotten so obliviously clumsy. another cover: https://0h-gravity.tumblr.com/post/641805322068033536/my-cover-of-birmingham-by-shovels-and-rope-hope not the best recording I've done but well there it is. hope you like it. hope y'all are hanging in there. --gravity
this is the part where you nod and say yeah
I always cycle through this heavy nostalgia mood for dA heyday. so many good times. I remember when I first started posting on here there was this user who introduced me to the ghost town Pine Point and then a couple years ago I was listening to the PUP album The Dream Is Over which has a song inspired by the town. And every time I listen to the song I think about that person and I wonder if they remember me too. It was a brief acquaintance as they left the site or maybe they just changed usernames I don't know but they were one of the first people to engage with my poetry. and I think every person I had a connection with on here has something linked to them like that - some piece of music or book or poem or movie or place. and when I see that token of them I remember that person and I want to reach out but I don't; part of that is because they aren't on dA anymore and I don't have any contact info beyond this but for those that I do have the means to reach out and I don't. some
meteor make me young
I can't seem to make my own original content so in the meantime here's a cover: https://0h-gravity.tumblr.com/post/631813639421247488/this-was-probably-one-of-the-hardest-songs-ive yeah, I'm still making those hope all is well --gravity
the deep despair
well it's finally reached me. yesterday, after a seemingly endless work day. hearing the strains and aches of the system and of every human all around. after all my sighing and sighing and sighing. and just as I am escaping from the hellish place I am stopped and faced with a mirror of such...devastation, my soul could not bear it. I managed it well enough that she could not see it then. under the mask and through the goggles. I managed it. and when I departed, I rushed through the hall because the tears were there and they were not going away. the heaviness would not leave me until it had indeed bore itself out. the single stall bathroom was unoccupied. a small mercy. and I finally sobbed. everything in me. all of it. the youth of it. the brutal end of it. the slightest hope fighting against snuffing out. the futility. the futility. please god. don't let him die. I say all this for catharsis. I don't mind so much to be heard. I've carried it since yesterday and it is making me
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Hehe, you're probably the only other person who thinks I deserve a feature now. Thank you lovely~ <3