playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
love + other features essential to the species by archelyxs, literature
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love + other features essential to the species
you have been a handful of little connections
to me / growing in diagrammatic blooms,
giving off breaths & linear ribbons
you have been a convex figure, parallel & pointing
a complex arrangement of threadlike roses
to express this requires terminology familiar
only to those who have studied the impossible
a heart light at the narrow / a center longer than long
anaphoric trash poem scrambles to explain absence by archelyxs, literature
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anaphoric trash poem scrambles to explain absence
i'm handful of sober eyes
i'm sliver of curve
i'm clingy silver
i'm little enveloping aggression
i'm tenderness doubled
i'm column of bitter lips
i'm accidental orange tree
i'm parallel to anodyne
i'm ablative of fingertips
i'm swirl of hollow mouths
i'm throw to the first space
i'm crushed cosmic chaos
i'm rouge page turner
i'm effective butterfly
i'm faded obscurity
i'm electropop Antigone
i'm slick of apple butter
i'm tremble of maternal salt
i'm river hostage
i'm Wednesday mass of the unipolar
i'm triggered religion
i'm beckoning lace of spinal fluid
i'm puff of misted oak
i'm heart-held engagement
i'm a fade letting go
i'm more ancient
Out all day carving
windows into the sun
to see the sky fill
with newborns making
labile signatures. Another
fleet of events & causes
and you lose your neck
in the coming together
of psychics & almanacs.
For you alone, a sculptress
tills the surface of the
oceanic and to you alone,
the abyss comes forth
in colors, in flowers,
like daughters having been
given astronomical names.
Here, a quiet of nitrogen
diffuses pacific laughter
over brick houses that
should have been glimmers
in the mist kicked up
by our revolutions, but
navigating your skin was
such a pleasurable divination.
but I believe to seek unbecoming
is more cultivated than stretching
out the leaky fibers of a semi-
circular self-image until they
spiral into uncontrollable
forests, cauterizing eyelids;
yes, unbecoming,
like picking bones out
of a salmon's chest.
insomnia to keep you close by archelyxs, literature
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insomnia to keep you close
falling asleep with the windows
open, with morning curling
around you like a drop of blue
ink in a glass of water,
turquoise and unwritten;
remembering when early dawn
was a secret you kept
in a soft, aortic pocket—
your dead lighter spinning
to the floor of Lake Ontario,
a halo of its bygone, synergetic flame.
He said he was afraid of the ocean by archelyxs, literature
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He said he was afraid of the ocean
Spring's splattering blood orange dust
on branches fallen into place and when I scratch
my skin open, it's because I want to see it bloom,
red and icosahedral. Our mosaical tome
of shifting tenses questions the swift
years dwelling behind my teeth. I offered you
handfuls of pink diamonds with green dirt
caught under my nails and I expected you
to tear my throat out of my neck,
but I can't come with the sound of the sea
rushing through the architecture,
your body keeping house for all your slender ghosts.
Here we're so electrified and warm,
the air pressure inside our lungs so low
that we could drown in breath
but I would rather
be s
Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
I am a sophomore at Bard College in the Hudson Valley, New York, where I study classical languages.
My poetry has been published in several print and online journals, most recently in Enormous Rooms, Foliate Oak and Alliterati.
I'm not as active here on dA as I used to be, but feel free to link me to a piece of yours, if you are seeking critique. Also, ask me for Skype or Facebook if you want to talk!
in 2014 i was fucked up always on substances, false confidence, eagerness
in 2015 i applied metaphysical structure, moved 6 times, loved somebody
in 2016 i spent 5 months in a mental hospital & emerged a mindful lil spider
somewhere in there i moved to virginia and re-started school
ive written a handful of poems ~20 some of whom are being packaged up for publication rn
how are you angels
and I miss you very much. And I know I have missed much, so, answer me this: who are some of your favorite new or under-appreciated poets here? or, what are some of your favorite deviations that have been added recently? I deleted mostly everything in my inbox because there were thousands of them. And everyone who just started watching me, come say hello!
Also, some good news: I'm going back to college at the end of the month! I'm so excited. And tired, confused, nervous, but mostly excited. How are you?
Greetings .I encourage you .on writing . Iam not writer to make myself some things .But I tell you .to keep moving .and take opinions from your real friends only .didn't care about else .This will give you motivation . I wish success and progress for you .Thanks