Descencio

Descencio

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How was it that in the time they walked you home you forgot who you are? To you, a happy dream, but to the sober: lit nightmare. The future is bright, and dull, and white, and dank. It’d be 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 took ...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

Blue Milk : 1000 DOWNLOADS!

Blue Milk : 1000 DOWNLOADS!

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Hey, you guys! I want to thank everyone who sampled my Blue Milk poetry collection for the past ten days. I have had zero time to do any sort of advertising, which is to say I am overwhelmed by the support of the avid reading community to send me their personal feedback about my second poetry collection for 2017. Speaking of 2017, it's about to get Decembery in a week! I'm working on a rush as I feel like I have backed myself into a corner here, having at least another 6 collections to publish digitally in under a month and a half. I'd love to take this time to announce that, as a self-publi ...Read more

Mouth of spiders

Mouth of spiders

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take my hand, stretched to the opening of this here earth. Mouth of spiders Spinning web, traps, camo, ammo, falling dominos, Speech patterns falter like granules of sand. Like geiser, they rise, my mouth crawled by arachnids Eight-legged freaks resembling AVs that haunted my childhood. I love it here. I hate it here. I want to come home. They feel like eons ago, I was strong, I could carry an entire compound on my shoulders like transporting cotton in between fjords. take my hand, emblazoned with runics, mental, unsophisticated Errands and I am done with that I am done with. Lis ...Read more

Pain And Beauty Are Dying

Pain And Beauty Are Dying

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Are you coming together? You cannot bind your pieces by chance or unlink yourself from the world. You have to move with it, and roll. Roll with the lottery of your birth. Here, see, you cannot take the cards nailed to my hands like I can't take that which has been glued to your belly. Have you not taken enough? No beating could bring you any more hurt than you've endured. Could you tell me more about the procedure? "No," she said. Could you promise me if I leave, you'd still be accepting? "No," she said. Could you direct your potions to my insides, please. I can no longer affo ...Read more

Skirts of Nessus

Skirts of Nessus

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My life is a shit show. Go fetch some wine and popcorn. I can't keep being slave to somebody's pathos. I need to learn to like myself With all the baggage I go with, Ride this derailing train till the very end With all the nasties I cling to. You've got that unhealthy amount of self-esteem, Never spiked low'r than the sewers, High'r than kites ablaze. Your mouth tastes like Percocet Like the sluggishness of arms– swinging, bleeding. Get your stories straight. Your tongue acts on itself, laced like a decigraph. Understanding you is like reading Crichton's Airframe– You're giv ...Read more

Tubes

Tubes

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twenty four and your reward is a tube down your throat, feeding you trying to keep your weight double your age You cry. Your hair's on the mattress. Pillows. You cry. Lie to the left. It will hurt less. My sweet child, and hands strapped to soft coffin beautiful mind trapped in another world. It is going to be years until you find your art again, live your life again rejecting all applicants because you can no longer provide security and how could you when you're not secure 'nough heavy 'nough, hurting everyone around. You lie in the rooftop, crying, thinking about dead drop, wis ...Read more

We Were Never Prepared For Rainy Days

We Were Never Prepared For Rainy Days

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Extend your hand to me. Maybe. Maybe long enough. Hold it out. Just a while longer. I will reach back ...Eventually. Foie gras terrine, bass and jazz and ocean waves. You cannot ask the orchestra to cut their own tongue. I had such high hopes for you, Such high hopes. Why, was it the right thing to let me down? You are asking of me to cut my own tongue. Such fuckin' high hopes and you let them drown. I dream of time vacuums, empty husks, and crying caves, oil portraits of men cruelled by time. Have thee forgotten? They ran away from crushing heel of dime, as have I. The inabili ...Read more

Anthony In The White Clouds

Anthony In The White Clouds

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Color my pictures, Let me live out from your black and whites and tools that are limited, you can bring me to life, unpetrified. I want to live as blazing rain in lupine fields. Everyone I meet be manganese oxide. Like Anthony in the white clouds, Too young to depart, Too pure for this world. I choose to be remembered as I remember him, with his scabs and swear words doused and dissolved in purity of childlike soul. Sky roses aren't real. You have to paint the petals blue. Good in theory? Theory's not enough. Make them real. Are you vindictive like me? Open your palm. Give me two. ...Read more

The Machine

The Machine

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Your body is a machine What does the machine yearn for? Why do the hinges, greased in oil, still fear of rust You are made of, supposed to be made of metal, your heart is pure adamantine, but your lungs are agony On one end, your creator door with all the answers, so ask away Why you are the way that you are And how your pieces hold together so effortlessly ugly You stand closer to your reflection and think about your arms and the arms of the many whom you cannot be Have you not worked hard enough to sculpt your bones, your very genes into the likes of those you consider maste ...Read more

Milk+

Milk+

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Lovely, these metaphors you sing for your sadness Like four blankets at night to keep your hypothermic heart from collapsing, contracting Just like a sitcom but never funny I see through your sunny, honey I see through your morbid Speak to me more about your profound nonsense You and your posts You and your profile pictures captioned with inspirational bullshit Fake You aren’t warm But you can try– cry as you do Throw your bullets at easy targets, now, now Those people are designed to be taken down easy Or at least, In your head, They are You do not want to go back to the p ...Read more

Disassemblia

Disassemblia

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I disassembled my body and created a confessor a parent in my head Told her things I weren't ready to share with the world yet Held her hand, She took mine as ether poured light into me She was the practice dummy I bore my soul to A subreddit dedicated to the unburrowing of my sins Her ears were always pressed to my shriveled mouth as teeth clinked to wail out despair Stood there in silence and allowed her to love me as I yearned to be loved and failed Why do you look like my mother? Why do you sound like her feel like her Resemble her in every way but tangible Why were you t ...Read more

Solid Hearts

Solid Hearts

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Stop pouring your clattered hearts to me I like them solid We can both be drowning or we can take the door What do you think this will give you? Preserving shadows in a jar All your money in high hopes leaving you penniless This shit you're streaming on Hulu is a bore We can't both be darkness. One has to be light. Will it be you? Will you glimmer for me? Fake your own purple rays and shun stormy clouds All our savings in dry enviros leaving me two cents for a cigarette You had this dream last night of thinmen and humanoid tax collectors And then, there was me ringing at your door ...Read more

Blue Milk

Blue Milk

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by me, Ethan Lesley 🐳Release date : November 2017(Part 2 out 8) Blue Milk is my second poetry collection entry for The Infinite Range. The free verses included deal with hospitalization trauma, PTSD, physical and mental health, and the painfully slow process of recovery; as well as promises of future health (both physical and mental), meaningful relationships and a sense of belonging. table.table_milkcontent { width: 100%; color: #FFF !important; margin: 25px 0; font-weight: 200; } table.table_milkcontent tr td { padding: 10px 0px 9px 30px; color: #FFF !important; height: 18px; ...Read more

Poetry

Poetry

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Poetry Language exists not to be policed, but to have fun with as one lives – Life In the Infinite Foreword A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing. Click here for the poetry tag search. td.optioners { -moz-transition: all ease 0.05s; -o-transition: all ease 0.05s; -ms-transition: all ease 0.05s; transition: all ease 0.05s; cursor: pointer; } td.optioners:hover {background: #74cbc8 !important; color: #FFF !important; -webkit-transition: all ease 0.05s;} 1 2 3 4 5 SNAG A COPY ...Read more

 
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