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Onoma Apr 2015
A most liturgical darkness pains the spidery
veil of prey and prayed upon star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates obsolete
centers to contrive an offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection, as to
abort the scene whose spelling could not
boast a mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples the bucket of well water down the
throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my stable,
that I may act in accordance.
Onoma Nov 2014
Inborn debauchery...sea-swilled communion received...
hung over and over in discipleship.
All's nigh, charged airy pour to date A.D., to tire of
personhood.
Finding the soul's panoramic view insufferable.
Forward motion lugs gluttony--lethargic with figuring.
Hunger's recitative plea has completed the mind's
mockup.
There's twitch and hallucination amongst common
ground--upon which, what was exchanged?
Do tell and do tell...told by the lot cast, as yet to
settle.
Billions cry to sleep--to rise the hardwon face...gaming.
Their sheets serpentine folds retain shadows as light
reinstates its presumption upon them.
Our emergence we day into draws back the flesh as
needle's eye through...we, with such nobility
Kingdoms branch in a single act.
Onoma Mar 2017
A liturgical darkness pains the

wriggling web of a praying star.

Hardwon quietude differentiates

obsolete centers to contrive the

offing.

Timeless hands go up in deflection,

as to abort the scene.

Whose spelling could not boast a

mouth synchronous with them.

The growth spurt of insult to injury

topples a bucket of well water

down the throat.

Alas, at morning...alert me to my

stable, that I may act in accordance.
Alia Izzati Mar 2020
You’ve won the battle,
survived the duel,
with your sharpened sword,
and I, devoid of a shield.

Here’s your trophy!
Your hardwon medal.
Beware, it’s heavy,
weighed down by my forgotten dignity.

Why are you pulling at your hair?
Tugging the locks, looking scared?
Why are you crying when you’ve won?
Does my death makes you undone?

Scream louder if you dare,
wail upon my nameless grave.
You killed me, you!

My blood was drawn,
by my own.

— The End —