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Cruci-fiction
A few poems of late, I figured I'd share, because I think they're decent enough. I hope you enjoy.
"As Worms Writhe"
we didn't have a choice.
with a primal scream,
we entered this dimension,
this labyrinth.
with the sun,
our heads are aligned,
cadaver bright and loud.
on this earth,
our steps are callous
and meaningless.
in this calm chaos,
we wander,
we feel.
as worms writhe,
we devour,
we thrive.
we didn't have a choice.
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"Slouch"
these thoughts sit next to me, soaking in formaldehyde,
as dawn shines blue through the curtains,
illuminating the jar.
these dreams drain in morbid fibers,
shrinking in a vase, glowing weird orange
in the morning blaze.
this dragon's eyes are insane orbs,
its belly is sliced, leaking, quenching
my thirst.
this dissonance
is played on my spinal cord
by a sickly muse.
this nowhere opens my expanse.
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"Byler"
Byler waits,
observing beyond the awesome canyon,
knowing well how swift a killer is the Eagle
to deliver him to the vegetable kingdom.
Byler waited.
Last edited by crowded_morgue; 08-13-2012 at 08:56 PM.
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Really great, I feel like I understand areas of "slouch"
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hey, thanks a whole lot shrubberyhorizon!
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