turn your head to the left a little further than you normally would. see the black bird perched on your shoulder with bleak black eyes strung in its head like beads. love and care for that bird, but do not remove him from your shoulders. cry at night, or in the day if you can’t…
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Quondam Winds (Part 2)
There was one night when she was fifteen that was especially cold. She had been through what she had thought was the coldest of colds two years ago, but this one was far worse. She felt her toes go numb and her fingers grow so brittle that it felt like they had been cut off….
The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act
The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act We know how the world runs. The rich do the running, the poor do the watching. No matter where we stand, we know how it operates. Among that sector of the rich are the people who literally run our world–our government. The policies they enact…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
flicker out | poem
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
embers alone | poem
feeling bad feels nice head falling into a pillow, forearms rubbing against carpet. my face warm from the fire it feels so nice that I no longer feel bad at all How Long And Sweet A Dream Is On One Long And Dreamy Night. ~ accursed red: amazon and barnes and noble ❤
Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready… ~ Hello and hello! I took…
Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I’ve been waiting for him to come down. But I’ve been waiting for too long. They said he’s in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won’t get high enough. They want me to believe that he’s safe…
The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. – “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any…
Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. – A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine…
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