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Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .
He said they all gotta move along -
Go somewhere else from Gaza
“To a fresh beautiful piece of land”.
Well how about Mar a Lago.
That's a beautiful piece of land.
I have another good idea
Golf courses are very fresh and green;
A lot of beautiful open land
Scattered all around the world.
Perfect for the “little houses”
He will instantly provide.
And Gaza?   "We will own it."
      ljm
Panama and Greenland weren't enough?
Between dusk’s silk hush,
cobalt’s bruised baptism,
your name lingers—
citrus ruin, cataclysm curling honeyed
beneath tongue,
marrow of memory I can’t swallow.

Mouth pressed to night’s carotid,
drunk on pulse of unsaid things,
but stars—gluttoned, devoured,
marrow siphoned into
opulent throat of nothingness,
galaxy fasting on itself.

Breath—once dialect of embers,
molten psalms unraveling between ribs,
but silence has learned anatomy,
nests in mouth,
cathedral of unsung requiems,
elegy blistering at roots of tongue.
Trained to kneel,
choke on absence,
sacrament for the starved.

Somewhere, time folds into vesper,
curls bitten lip,
hymn chewed to vowels,
and I—ghost of unfinished sentence,
ruin waiting for eclipse of mouth
bold enough to pronounce me.

#love
 1d Nylee
Khoisan
I
n
rules of creation
Destiny
must have
a
true
relation
with
T
i
m
e
and
Patience
A
Khoisan proverb
.
I love this
the reminiscing
almost but not merely
missing the past
not getting the last
of that
grape on the vine
remembering
kissing
that girl
who became
the one.
Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides

(The New Room: February, 2025)
 1d Nylee
E
What does it mean
when it's
the therapist's chair
that's empty?

Maybe an accident
but the rope
the knife
the pills

It wasn't
an accident
a mistake, maybe
but no accident

Is it selfish
to wish they hadn't
the only one
you could tell

Is it
my fault?
Did I spill
too much?

How many times
did I
break down
in that office?

On that couch
in that room
crying my heart out
while she just... nodded.

Could I have
seen it
if I just
looked?

Maybe if I
just stayed
a little longer
asked...

But what if's
don't change the past
even if
I wish

I wish
doesn't erase
the date
on that headstone

My tears
won't bring her back
it's not even
my pain...

It hurts
but I can't
place
why

Am I
the one to
blame?
or just another puzzle piece?

If I could
just go back
follow the lines
could I fix it?

untangle the strings
uncover the lies
blow out the candle
fill the chair again
by anonymous
I miss her. Not like a friend but as a mentor. She always felt so much stronger than me and now she's just... gone. Wish I could still visit her grave... but it's too far now. Maybe some day.
~
Maternal midnight

Metallic lakeside

Freon heart, fayence mind

Eyelids of iron ore

Influence feet into the water

Into an embargo bay

Clear and innocuous, innocuously blind

Hills like white elephants on a polar plateau

Mosquitos on her mouth

Drink the blood of encryption

Change the tone of her voice

They pass behind the blue vein

Become infinite particles of her

~
Not bright
Not dull
but the pull inbetween
that serene thing and
the sorbet and cream thing,

deck chair
no deck
only
the garden
grass being cut
and
shakefork being shook.

Old fashioned is the
'New Jerusalem'

Saw a Robin too
it saw me and
flew away.
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