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Of solace In waking today I had become singular:
I flung the season onto the oceans
and I made a mess of all the colors.
The season burst on the surface
like an insect mending its broken wing.
I am exhausted of these relativists and
you are making me late. You are waiting
at the gas station. You blink a cartoon sunrise
at me, a twenty-pointed star with your eyelashes.
My identity tingles under my skin, speaking
an astral language up and down my arms.
Probably fusing hydrogen. I'm on helium
yet you descend toward me with broken bones
and a willing heart and a tasteful spirit;
your poem distills aqua blue and your glass wolves
are orange Of solace by ~archelyxs

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Heartmind We lost electricity on the night you left me
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me

with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thouHeartmind by ~archelyxs

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distortions the night I met you was the night of emergence
and when I awoke at dawn you were beside me trembling,

trembling at the tired spectacular:
the blessed universal

trembling at the blithe parodic
of our sacred accidental

trembling at the sole lachrymose word,
the gentle aubade of this beautiful cycle,

trembling with the earth, your own green firmament,

consciousness an angelic hypnosis: what a show

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in springtime and in fear of death
you were beside me trembling at being essential

and I could barely contain my laughterdistortions by ~archelyxs

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An aphorism of here and there My contradictions and I built a house. Our house was home to fine porcelain. The porcelain souls of many weightless spirits found a home in our house. One night the draft brought in a woman of the forest. She had long coarse hair the color of stormclouds and strewn with sticks. We had been hosting a gathering for the equinox. The vernal synapses and the alcohol had us pins and laughter. But she spoke to us with the sonorous voice of the mountains.

You love your madness; you care for it with perfumed hands,
and it plucks flowers from every corner of your body.

You love your madness because it is a release, but what
could be a greater relAn aphorism of here and there by ~archelyxs

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Daybreak 1
The birds are strung around the house-
a mobile. Set into motion, they drag Helios
skyward. I keep vigil- blackbirds
jackdaws crows starlings- They lift
a tornado of light, from some other
time or dimension. Eos watches
Nothing moves

but the doves who follow, timid.
They spill from their windows- Release
their fragrance, a soft glow that sits heavily among
the feeble&young. Release
their rumbling, fat resonance- They narrate as
the building vomits
a whitewash of movement.

These are the wastelands.

2
End of his cloak trails upon
the sleeping. All that is left:
a dense light in the shadows.

Splendor

Daybreak

by ~a-secret-key

The first thing I notice in the first stanza is the curiously passive tone you take toward the gods. Helios is dragged. Eos watches as ...

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Swollen cherry

by =angelStained

Heyo, here's your critique! I love that it begins with "strum away"- already I have images of soft acoustic music lighting up the sun....

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Dionysus I see how you are shaken
by a mad fever, Dionysus.
You tremble in the moonlight's
gleaming nectar as does a new,
loose-limbed fawn, heady
with a foreign ecstasy that runs heavily
through your veins.

Your dance is a bright and glowing
beast that rattles the world to its bones.
I can feel it: the stirring storm; the spark
scuttling just beneath the earth; the violent wind
that scrapes soil from its gaping mouth.

Oh! How the night
is a-quiver with wanting
when you sing. In the distance
a cricket scrapes together its wings; strikes a low hum
in its paper-thin breast as it wrings rivers
from the clustered bodies of grapes. The stars
turn violet-

Dionysus

by =CyneNoir

Yay, critique! So sorry for the wait. I've been literally all over the place, emotionally and physically, and dA-ly (neologisms, it hap...

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O Dan Rot. Dan Rot, a man
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,

i.

i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious

a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity

bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide

strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect

as i die

O Dan Rot.

by *claytonwoolery

My first impression of Dan Rot is...that slimy bastard. Copping feels on innocent ladies? What a skeaze. However, it is this impression...

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I survived

1 day, 22 hours ago by ~archelyxs
Journals / Personal

my first year of college! Meaning, these 1000+ deviations will be looked at soon. And the poems. Airborne and wrecking havoc on my insides. They'll get out soon too.

I miss you! Humor me; tell me about the last person lucky enough to know your love.
And none of that cutesy shit: I want to hear about your love, your angry, disgusting, self-conscious and bizarre love; breathy, passionate, devouring; love like a trench under gunfire; love like the groaning solar revolutions; love like torn ligaments; love like rattling crystal; love like shredded tires turning to no places. Tell me about your person if you know this. Tell me your story if you have it. I don't have the words yet because none of the rest was quite like this. Just curious.

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Listening to: Crystal Castles - "Empathy"
Reading: Hannah Arendt - The Human Condition
Drinking: Orange juice

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Megan

United States

I study poetry and classics at Bard College.
Don't come near me, unless you want to speak to your own reflection.

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~englandrain 2 days ago Hobbyist Writer

If you have not watched Michael Cahill's film Another Earth, I highly recommend you do.

~archelyxs 1 day ago

Have not, but it sounds beautiful

Thank you!

*JakezDaniel 3 days ago Photographer

Many thanks for your attention

--
... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)

~archelyxs 1 day ago

Ah, thank you for sharing your work with us!

~orangecloudsraining May 16, 2012 Student Writer

are you the one who recommended a book where everyone's wounds began to throw off light? the main character met a girl who burned herself. i think the author's first name is kevin. i can picture the cover but the title is just eluding me!