fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Solid Steps, Easy Heart
I only understood this after growing up: Sometimes being "alone" isn't loneliness; it is a form of clarity. I used to be easily influenced: A single cold comment would keep me awake all night overthinking; An unread message would make me doubt my worth.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
The Saint Below
The Saint BelowAbusing my joke—pulling darker than humor, again, in loops. A habit. Chosen. Not slipping—cutting. Let’s have a great boost— or crack the ceiling and call it sky. Not trading shoes. Not Suzy. Not Sandra. Nobody walks this floor but me. Even I hesitate. We crash corners, spit, glow lo— still up. Free verse. Key forms. Doors—forced. Hope— where walls forgot windows. Cosmos— wrong hole again. Fall > arrival. Rabbit? Home? Doc? Miss the question. Lust— still here. Same hunger. New address. Nine loaded— ozone sealed. No exit upward. Contained. Contained again. Elder. Raised early. Wisdom—heavy. Spent young. I’m creepy. Known before said. Maze—mine. Walls—answer back. You don’t get me. Keep it that way. Funny— until it fractures. Trigger. Traps. Cards. Joke dies fast. Joker— must laugh. Reflex. Hands— remember. Skin stores memory. Blue sweat. Swear— swallow it. Deformity— kept. Payback / paycheck. Same act— split value. Ace. Held. No steps. Only print. Marks— left deeper than intent. Doors— slam inward. Don’t look. Not in your flesh. Not yours to map. Cracks— no airbag. Mid-fall. Protection—dropped. Hashtag— dash > sentence. Symbol > speech. Pen signs. Piece given. Slam. Drift. Slither. Never clean. Same place— wrong light. Shades— collapse to chance. Out / in— no border. Black blood— circulates. A son— misses me. Born quiet. Still reaching. No skips. Everything counted. Depth— needs distance. Too close—collapse. I give back— bad. Return stains. Badges— worn. Displayed. Moon— spells slime. Records don’t lie. Sun— spelled back. Lineage marked. Angel— scarred. Flight— cut but present. Good / devil— watched. No side taken. Upward— no waiting. No ceremony below. Prayer— empty gesture. Hands still fold. We parted. Clean break. One of me— hunts. Tracks internal. Justice— kills itself. Silver handshake. Agreement dressed sharp. Face— silly. Mask slips. Language— compressed. Heat— makes form. Sinter. Infinite— in precision. Held tight. Desirable density. Call of destiny. Weight—wanted. Bottom—reversed. Summit. Desirable density. Call. Summit. Ritual. Again. Whole— consuming. No peace. Only intake. Consistency— hollowed. Shell stands. Inside moves. Sergeant— destroys first. Order through break. Cure— quiet. Barely heard. Dawn knight. Between— exact. Not balance— tension held. Presence— pressure. Felt before seen. Room shifts. Destruction— incoming. Sensed early. Light— enters bone. No surface. Muscle learns. Echo— Universe returns. Saint of Hades. Both held. No apology. Nemesis. Response. Not origin. Sisyphus. Stone— necklace. Weight— worn. Choice— claimed. Change it. Replace it. Same stone. New meaning. Loop— not imposed. Held. Owned. Chosen. Again. Again. Again. Until it fits. Until it shines. Until it answers back. The loop— mine. Choice.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 months ago in Poets
