Lithographs of Reality
By Vladislas32
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Banned Books
The libraries and bookstores of the world Are stocked with pleasantries: Prim, proper, peach juice-oozing volumes That made the grade. These books...
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Centralian
The soil is boiling. Noxious fumes rise from fissures. Ice cubes and air-fresheners Are thrown down from the mansion windows And we are expected to...
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Elegy To the Worker
The bricks of the human world are dying. Others are being born as we speak, But others still are dying And the world is dying and changing with them...
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Final Tour
Yank myself out of bed Peel the film of sleep from 'round my head It's 4:00 AM And all the world is dead. It's 4:00 AM and all the world is dead...
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Friends
We spin a web In our time on Earth. Every meeting, every contact A thread. Many, many threads will be broken Regardless of their age Or strength...
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Ian, 1980
I am tired of this winch Drawing me up the hill On a rusted chain. The axel turns With the demonic click-click-click Of a second hand. The chain...
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Kobani, 2015
--Inspired by recent events in Syria.-- It is over. If only for now, it is over. The thunder and fire by night. The thunder and fire by day. It is...
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One: A Haiku
Overcast morning. Raindrops desp'rately seeking Home in the still pond.
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Ripped
Innocence Is a veil that is meant to be cast off A soft pelt Meant to be flayed. Warm sand Meant to be scattered Underfoot. How quickly the membrane...
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Rust
Around my white vinyl house Is scattered an assortment of mills: Motley brick bones With salted bloody cement cartilage And cracked, uninhabited eyes...
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Spring in Snow
It is in the midst of cruel December That cynicism springs forth Lush, verdant and fruitful. As people sit Firmly fastened in front of computers and...
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Summer
It is the calendar's Holy Trinity That draws forth the adventurer. With the reclined days And clingy heat Comes the brave explorer. Thus begins the...
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The Protest
The human being is an inherently contentious creature. Seven billion rock-wall eyes; Eyes staring belligerently down seven billion sharp noses; Noses...
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Strange Little Creature
Author's Note: This poem was inspired by this piece , courtesy of the the wonderful kapanihan . Check her out! ________________________________...
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Scribbles From the End: Apocalypse Love
The government is coming back today. Their great black bulldogs are coming, Trundling into our grey city And turning its ashy bones to splinters...
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Devil?
I am holding hands with a Devil on a Spring Sunday Afternoon. It is not for the first time and it will certainly not be the last. We have walked...
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Walnut Shells
I sat on a cotton leaf inside a sour sugar cube While the doctor asked me questions. He was late again today. The walls in this place are thick, But...
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The City on the Burning Hill
I The late spring sun cuts my backyard in half. My mother says something to me Relaxing in the latticed shade of electrical pylons, But it's muted on...
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Song of Providence
Running scrambled and naked down the cracked sidewalk. The moon sets behind the sun As my heart squeezes up my throat and out my mouth and nose. The...
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Nervous Laughter in the Church
Flutter-hearted giggles trickle onto the Bostonian airwaves, Leaping the Charles to Rhode Island And telling stories about vans with no air...
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Seth
He was wearing a painfully pressed suit. His pants were creased so firmly that they could draw blood. We met on an upper west side sidewalk Across...
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In the Meantime...
It is highly likely that I would take a perverse pleasure in splattering droplets of my grey matter onto my car window on the head of a bullet. Being...
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Unsolved Grenade Attacks
The first sign. It appears ten-and-a-half metres from the flashpoint. A foamy pool of red decorated with flecks of bone Making one last heartfelt...
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Hiding In the Sky
I They're taking another run at Jupiter tonight, Those folks tornadoing around the fire in the field. Mice chase crickets between their feet. Mice...
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Meditation
Run with your back to the wind: Let it breathe for you. Melt into the green forest draped on the mountain: Let it hear for you. Drip the silky sand...
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Midsummer's Eve
Act I Spine coils and tingles electrically. Breath quivers. Anticipation trembles in the dark water. Something big is coming tonight. Act II The blue...
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Stormy Voices
Basking in the kisses of raindrops. Fingers reading whispers in the wind. The murky odor of things long gone and perfume of what's to come. Airtight...
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Lighthouse
Searching for a daemon on a cloudy summer day ‘Cause life gets awfully lonely in the lighthouse on the bay. Visions bleed into my brain and I’m...
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Sand, Water and Blood
To the sea, my friends, to the sea. Bring your boats and your rafts, for this one will not be parted before us. Behind us are our homes, Which we...
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Homage to Mr. Ginsberg
I Thank you, Silence. Thank you for settling in the pits of my heart in the dead of night And smudging the Things That I Have Seen: Raving madmen in...
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Injections
Money. Money. Where is it? I need the money. It was here a second ago. My hands, They’re trembling. I can’t grip it. Ten dollars for a square inch of...
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Porches
The Front Porch. The unsung hero of civilisation. It was On grand porticos of stone and marble Where high-minded Greeks milled, thought, Building the...
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Dreaming in Deep Space
Part I Deliberately destitute in the desert On this place of mostly water. Stripped of clothing and of pretence. We, as human beings, are ever drawn...
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Things Left Behind
What will be left when you die? Bones, of course. Blackening skin. A new home for hundreds of bugs and their offspring. A jar of ashes, if that's the...
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Obsessive-Compulsive
What’s that? Oh yes, It’s that tongue in my ear again. Burrowing down inside Tickling the nerves that make my heart race And carving numbers into my...
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