IrieSide: Favorites

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Andrew Durst

My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,

is decide.

Thank you to anyone that reads this.

Jun 2018 IrieSide

It's Prickly and Has One Yellow Bloom

Jun 2018 IrieSide

WickedHope

It's Prickly and Has One Yellow Bloom

It's prickly and has one yellow bloom

It's not much, I know

It's painful and protruding

Like the worst memories that slice through the good

But soft and warm with a welcoming glow

Rigid and stiff but beautiful and exotic

Proof that there is joy found in the desert

For my dearest lover, my greatest friend,
my most treasured confidant, my companion 'till the end.

Happy (early) Anniversary.

#love

Jun 2018 IrieSide

i splash my blood across my father's breasts

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Robert Carroll Spear

i splash my blood across my father's *******

I splash my blood across my father's new *******

a woman now

his liver is thin

and his new lover

(he is whispering as he rapes me)

is an image of my brother

remove his cartridges alone and place the bullets in my heart

my mother cries

and my father mumbles to himself

i rise from the grave

remove my father's gums

i place my teeth in his mouth

and i collect sinew from my unborn brother

i order my father into the ground

i dash his newborn's face into a **** stained alley

i ask for my father's
full name, date of birth
and
his mother's most exciting fetish

with another larvae from my father's womb

another show of strength
here now i have absolute strength

..

a man came to me as a child
and that same man told me

enter me and you will love nothing but me

..

my mother and my father become a new awe.

into the soil a beautiful odor blossoms

where there was a palm of lilac,
a scene of gore.

and

where was an earful of ichor or
crested display of lilac?

my mother and i cry on her grandfather's grave

it is my first day free from prison
a great very loud exclamation

i remove what i feel to be an artery from leg

high up
above the knee
above the thigh

near my groin i bleed

and my mother does not see my pain

a
change of tone

a
change of pace

the undertaker is *****
the commitment is difficult

alas pride beckons
truth denies me

my own blood speaks and disgusts me

closing of my legs in 2029

with my father's ******* between my teeth

with my father's teeth swirling around my tongue

with my brother's cord now inside me

with my mother's tears on her grandfather's grave

with my unborn brother.

III.

with my son
with the one i love

IV.

i enjoy the moment
i do not splash my blood across my father's *******

i do not ingest my unborn brother

a
change of tone
a
change of pace

i am not released from prison.

i have not been released from prison

a second part beckons.

i continue consuming serpent's droppings.

my spider's egg-sac continues singing.

a terrible wave of violence.

my father's teeth swirl over, altogether across my tongue.

into my pallette.

my new-york strength fighting.

a terrible wave of violence.

my father's new ******* between my teeth
and my splashes of blood on his hand-me-down mantle.

Tragedy

#tragedy

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Numb

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Noelle M Eithun

Numb

I feel hollowed out, gutted.
I can hear my heartbeat echo throughout my chest,
making it the only way I know I am still alive.

and that something is still alive in me.

What do you do when you don't feel anything at all?

#numb #sad #gutted #heart #echo

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Keep Me Wounded

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Noelle M Eithun

Keep Me Wounded

You make my heart feel like shattered glass
And everytime I try to fix it, it cuts my fingers
Keeping me wounded
Because who am I, if I’m not wounded.

You don’t heal me
But you thrill me to no end.
Your pain makes me feel wanted
And challenged
And I just can’t help it.
Pain is all I’ve ever known.

I don’t love you.
I love the pain you give me
Because it makes me feel

And I am nothing if I can’t feel

#heartache #wounds #toxic #love

Jun 2018 IrieSide

the search

Jun 2018 IrieSide

LETITFXRING

the search

the stars were a blur
as I looked for the Moon

It never looked so beautiful

within the search I’ve felt bliss and beyond that I’ve felt a bit blue because although I’ve seen the Moon I’ve missed you more

Jun 2018 IrieSide

it started out like this

Jun 2018 IrieSide

kaye

it started out like this

i'm tired of reading between the lines.
i'm tired of digging through the dirt with my fingers,
trying to find something that isn't there.

you were never black or white,
and i used to like living in gray
but now it's the color on my walls
and the paint inside of my eyelids
and I'm getting sick of it.

we used to visit art galleries just after the sun sets
because we didn't want to miss the orange light spilling over the clouds and covering everything up.
it was a masterpiece that was always there but is never the same.
but maybe we liked its absence better -- you'll miss it more if it's always gone, right?

despite the paintings and art pieces we breathed in, there was never color in our story.
we were children's coloring books that never got touched, left to gather dust in an uninhabited nursery of broken dreams.
we were unpainted swing sets that no one bothered to start, let alone finish.
we were clay bars that no one wanted to mould.
we were meant for something more,
i told myself over and over again.

now, it's past the usual bed-time and i'm still digging.
this is why my nails are long, you've always wondered about that.
i'm digging our past back up,
i've tried burying them to fool myself there was never anything there.
i know I'm a fool for trying to get them back,
but these are the only places I could see a hint of color.

i'm tired of living in gray.
i'm tired of treating you like a work of art that needs to be figured out.
you're only with me after the sun sets.
where are you in the morning, except inside my head?
i'm starting to think this is not about absence making you miss me anymore.
i'm starting to think you only ever see me as an art gallery --
a place to visit, but never really stay.

are you happy?
it's the middle of the night and i'm screaming in pain --
my fingers hit something hard.
i'm bleeding red.
i look through the dirt, muddy with my tears, and found the thing my fingers scraped on.
hey, tree roots somehow look like veins.
but they don't drip color when you cut them open, right?
i found a bit of red in my nails, now.

i've been searching for a while, but always in the wrong places.
i think i know where to find color now.
i don't even need to dig.

#tears #art #black #white #red #and #color #places #gray

Jun 2018 IrieSide

tell me about your first love

Jun 2018 IrieSide

kaye

tell me about your first love

tell me about your first love,
when it was all about soft kisses and rough kisses and sweaty palms.
remember that time when it was all about looking in each other's eyes and promising to never say goodbye,
when you walked it to places to pass the time?
oh god, you watched movies but didn't pay attention to the screen,
all you ever wanted was each other's company
and everything in between.

tell me about the day it all fell apart.
how it ended with not two, but just one broken heart.
tell me how the tears flowed relentlessly,
how your hands were shaking and you kept being on your knees.
tell me about how begging for him to stay never worked out,
how you felt so stupid and ******* it,
how could you live without him now?
where were his sweet words and false promises?
where were his "i love you's" and "there's no one else's"?
all you ever wanted was the only thing he could never give,
you knew it from the start, but **** it,
you never thought he would actually leave.
he sounded so sincere with his rhymes and letters
and handwritten poetry,
but first loves always felt so real til he says,
"i don't love you anymore,
i'm sorry"

#love #first #broken #heart #you #me

Jun 2018 IrieSide

One Last Time

Jun 2018 IrieSide

Matt Roberts

One Last Time

Because I will never leave
Maybe I won’t be standing right next to you
But I’ll a piece of every blooming flower on an early spring morning
I’ll be in every raindrop that lands on your skin when you don’t want to live anymore
I’ll be in the rays of the sun shining down on your brightest days
I’ll be present in the slight chill of a fall breeze
I will never leave you
I will always be here
I will always be so close
no matter how far away I feel
telling you how sorry I am you can’t feel me beside you
But I’ll be there