Dogma

Dogma

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we sleep like saints, be like saints day and day in our by and byes it gets old– me missing you, you not biting purposely i pretty much only pertinently beseech myself now only believe the ones that have little to do with me, and a lot to do with you, substrates of you, and all the particulars we are, refined as the twin souls we prune people are synchronized storms some times people are humid as vision quests in decline am in a dizzy fashion, our anthems go hand in hand now, we are into lowbrow love now, keep-your-hand-under-my-sweater-kind-of-weather love now never ought to nev ...Read more

Arrival To Love

Arrival To Love

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That emblazoned tie looks good on you. Should the wearer be so corrupt? A photograph wetted by its library– I’ve traced more books than in your background! Does your soft white trigger like the forthcoming? All secrets in this universe, could they bow? How pow’rful, the stand-in locust swarm Singing in his rain, tongued to his chain I blame the men at work for motions fupped, The sorcerer severed gratis. The masculine boat rock. I am wooden as vessel, unsafe, unsalty, Like watery trees, preoccupating, A blindful forest where the grass go to die. To where the end then lie? ...Read more

Hunt Down The Clowns

Hunt Down The Clowns

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Part I: Coercio Don’t remember– Inviting you here, Swine, but here– You are– Lusting over– Apples– But I am not Adam– Notice my Lot– Distanced– From the Fourteenth Trigger, the– Absent letter, the– End of my– Shaming– Signed without– The irrelevant virtuosos– Our ghastly immobilized adventurers! Oo’, how costly are we? Oo’, how long ‘til we fall? Part II: The Murder of Crows heed not those who only have their body to offer the world for all gets wizened, and beauty falls out by calamity of age heed not those who pour by lure of the unmoored hands ...Read more

Descencio

Descencio

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How was it that in the time they walked you home you forgot who you are? To you, it was a happy dream but to the sober: lit nightmare. The future is bright, and dull, and white, and dank. It’s the gray overtones that both assure and worry. “Keep drinking the blue milk. You need the calcium, you Little fuck. You need A little fuck.” You’ve got me dreaming of smudges and your mouth is sour where we’ve bitten, shaken and barren, scared o’ where I’ve gotten. Everything is about the homilies and the homilies say nothing about you. The meadows, O’, the meadows– They t ...Read more

Sex Sells (But I Still Have Nothing)

Sex Sells (But I Still Have Nothing)

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You said "Sex sells like sea shells on shore," and whoa, that is just some bad writing! Then I noticed, “Oh dearest, you’re horny, and I think I’m gonna be a thousandaire because you’re buying deep into my shit.” Cigarettes. Cigarettes and nostalgia– I wonder if there’s going to be more to this than shirtless Insta-perfections and thighs sparkling like the Pacific, you want that Amateur Pornographic and shut me when I talk, talk, talk humanitar– HUSH! Talk, talk, talk human– HUSH! You only listen to your crudest Tendencies. Can we really be that low? Are we anti ...Read more

27

27

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"Everything is great." That's what ma said with her eyes, Faintly and glowing, and going sadly blind. Descend. "Everything is great and will be great, Delicate and radiant, and full of life as you are, mine Child." Mama, look at what I'm becoming, not the one imagined. I am real. I am real! I am here, am I not? …Where people saw kindness in her, they saw the same much of nothing in me. I saw nothing back at the world, too– mind you– nothing but black, and brown, And gray, and teal, and cyan, Ember over ember. Clout after clout. Brilliant child, intellectual child, promising child ...Read more

Vör Derailed

Vör Derailed

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I wake up remembering how I greeted my own years ago. "Hello. "It's going to be a good day." The way I jumped from the bed to bed to play with the rest of my prayers, "Hi's" exchanged with jollier inequivalence, pissing on my own, for I was once The adventurous friend. Turns, now, I’m just motions upon motions of You-shouldn’t-have-made-its and why-are-you-still-heres. I walked against the self-defeating vortex, inclinations, hallucinogens, morphine and morphine, To reap more work hours so to burn, burn more pesos, burn, burn more dollars, And to give winks for the fool-proof ...Read more

Gematria

Gematria

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I have always held myself in contrast to such impossible standards none of this is fair to me but knowing oneself full well doesn't equate well to Panacea we all have our crosses to carry; horses, monsters, tapirs to bury, I am well-aware but I'm just watching, watching, watching but if I cannot be the me held up to my impossible standards then I'd never be the me who is happy I'm a slave to my ideas and my ideologies are working against, protesting against the bitter lake the truthful water the kindness rain as misfits, we traversed through jungles and ordinary cities and tu ...Read more

The Chewing Machine

The Chewing Machine

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You're not welcome. It's not for the youse. It's not for views. Most people here are monsters of biblical proportions And what happens to them is what happens to monsters, eventually They fall down by death or by beating, eventually And that's a good thing for young monsters to read in As they are getting tuckered at night In their young monster beds by their aged monster caretakers, Whispering, Whimpering, "He sounds good" Sit by, sit still, sit crazy, Everything happens for no reason, Just as the tulip, too, burns by the lighter, And so parables, wry, write themselves In gallan ...Read more

Talk In Tongues

Talk In Tongues

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Ride Or Die, Baby

Ride Or Die, Baby

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In And Over Losing Ourselves

In And Over Losing Ourselves

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My soul is the bottle dripping, succumber liquid gaining temper'ture Can't find no obvious holes nowhere; no breaks, no sights in fissure, And in its featurelessness and failure, its efficiency raised tenfold before But I have no use now for broken things rotting and ruining my kitchen table Should it join the bag, all black and dirty? Tell if you, too, should you find tape Maybe it's not too late yet, for my sanity's sake, I hope it's not too late My turf, my rules, my killing I'm a describable indistinguishable dark soul, only desperate for the more desperate To dominate and forclose ...Read more

play catch up

play catch up

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For someone who says he never puts importance to the past, I sure as hell am spending all my little coins clinging to it. Rehashes of trauma, merry-go-rounds and go-get-happies, go-get-betters, And drowning unsuspecting rooms under tub light of my disgraced charm. That's because I'm a manic pixie dream gay, –Y'know, like, in the movies, Maybe we hit up, and we have A blast of a time and for the times, and you think That I perhaps realigned or redefined your insights and in-flights, and inside The low-ceilinged hipster club you hang at, your friends start talking about me Really coo ...Read more

The Plight of The Gardener

The Plight of The Gardener

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"I am tending to my heart," Lon said. "Let me tend to it," he groaned and groaned. "They come as the dance fatigued. "Onto merry, onto sunshine, onto the that he so little have owned. "I walked past a breakthrough in reverse– Ka-re-eu! Turns out committedly playing vict' Is plentiful in Rewards." Lon turned to the flower and the mute bird with skin like a cow. "I have kept you within the spit of the sun, have I not?" "You have." "I have let the rain not ravage at your legs, have I not?" "You have." "Am I your home?" "You are part of it." "A-ha! Don't you dare take that away from ...Read more

Last Flare (An Old Constellation's Love Letter)

Last Flare (An Old Constellation’s Love Letter)

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i need a man who would fight for me to whichever length the lengths provide and lengths require life progresses and spins and flies, but at what cost you told me through phone calls and through subtext with your brow broken, endowed with yer panic, that we may not be able to provide what the other needs in the long run but fuck all the needs and fuck all the long runs tell me now, tell me now, you without hesitation without the sorriest pieces of gums in soles what do i need when i've exhausted it all get your heart broken get it broken a lot lock it up and out and away even from ...Read more

 
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