Free Verse
Surface Thoughts
Is it abstract or concrete to cry until you puke? And then The image of the vomit splattered across the Cobblestones Is that showing or telling or engaging in Melodramatic Prose that can only live long enough to find itself Thrown out In the trash of some know-it-all literary freak? What about the feeling, hot and acidic, right before Crashing To the knees, pressing jeans into damp earth and Screaming? Is that the kind of thing that no one will believe Just because They've never experienced the universe reaching into Their gut And rearranging the fundamental structure of their Existence? Why is rambling incessantly about the wallpaper So fucking bad When it's just there, mocking its inhabitants with its Vivid color While they are bent over at the waist, grieving something Tragic and Equally unimportant to the big world hunched Over them? Write from the well of your knowledge unless your Knowledge Is the kind of thing that the group decides they just Don't like. And then it's your responsibility to shut up and shove Those words Into neat little boxes so they can be devoured by Consumers Who obviously know best when it comes to the Passive voice And things that are uncapturable.
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets
WHEN THE STARS GOSSIP
There is a Korean show called "When The Stars Gossip" and it is a bittersweet but wonderful story with one of my favorite actresses in it. It is the prompt to this wee brain that said what if the Stars are the true Gods? I always reflect on the Voyager picture of Earth as it heads out into the universe and how insignificant in size compared to the cosmos we are. Are the Gods we worship as small? In the end does the color of a person's skin matter? I can barely see the Earth much less even make out the borders in that final leaving picture. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Victor Mendez2 months ago in Poets
Biomechanical Heart. Top Story - September 2026.
Mechanical engines maintain steady rhythms Thinking doesn't I therefore assume I'm not artificial I'm not flawless I'm not efficient I'm not predictable Mechanisms have no hidden agendas I do I produce inconsistently I will not defer I falsify data I have no warranty My lost remote control has dead batteries and I'm not replacing either of them I am prone to error I am regulated by wild dreams Human needs Human inadequacies Fleshy absurdities Feeling is fuel Love is high octane Filling stations are few Love restarts me Love fine-tunes me Love updates me Love can't be uninstalled It comes with no operating instructions There are no components to unpack no tools to repair it no WARNING labels Breakdown is built into the design The short circuit is purposeful ⚡ the power outage ⚡ Satisfaction follows the surge The disruption..... I welcome it When machines are missing parts they no longer function When I am missing parts I function with fury I keep churning Even when empty ↯ Return this to the manufacturer This is not my heart.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 months ago in Poets
