Submissions by SonderNinja (BenjaminEC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Light of mind
Gaze of Glass
Home is
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
where you are
chipping the stone
to grave applause
a look in the eyes
when the lights go down
awake to
crouching
(sure)
~the stars are not right
for a place
in.between
dilated paranoia,
a mawkish glass
for snorting past
with a blunting bite
as fingertips
crawl on storms
with a ~click
in the night...
a quick blue fire
from Zippo & flesh
within the heat
of a ~~menthol slide:
a...
#anxiety
#dark
80 reads
2 Comments
The Beauty (Sleep) & the Beast
Crawling space, the beast lurks near
grit to wit in creep of dream
poor as dust on gold to wist
carving eyes that shout & beam
groaning highs of spine & trace
dazing sweet for kiss of bite
dark in cloak of night & lace
star & map the chosen site
drawing down to sheathe with ease
saw the light with guts & knife
gone to ground this crush & breeze
moonlit song of blood & life
tangled forces foam with red
open gash wills quick & blue
blackened steel through dawning head ...
grit to wit in creep of dream
poor as dust on gold to wist
carving eyes that shout & beam
groaning highs of spine & trace
dazing sweet for kiss of bite
dark in cloak of night & lace
star & map the chosen site
drawing down to sheathe with ease
saw the light with guts & knife
gone to ground this crush & breeze
moonlit song of blood & life
tangled forces foam with red
open gash wills quick & blue
blackened steel through dawning head ...
#mystery
33 reads
0 Comments
Singularity Blues
An electric voice tickled my groove
it bit with a bolt through trembling rust
from a coat of flesh to bare the wires
in the wake of an age for minding the stage
with invisible eyes on unseen highs
winging a glance for lines in {sigh}
by glassing a face to hunt the brim
adorned in the scorn of an hourglass gaze:
waxing an ax through the waning path
of a cog to dog ‘til blind with pain-
where feisty pink ribbons howl at the moon
through placid blue release
from the hollowed hum with a brutal thrum ...
it bit with a bolt through trembling rust
from a coat of flesh to bare the wires
in the wake of an age for minding the stage
with invisible eyes on unseen highs
winging a glance for lines in {sigh}
by glassing a face to hunt the brim
adorned in the scorn of an hourglass gaze:
waxing an ax through the waning path
of a cog to dog ‘til blind with pain-
where feisty pink ribbons howl at the moon
through placid blue release
from the hollowed hum with a brutal thrum ...
#SelfReflection
108 reads
0 Comments
Rope-a-Dopamine
Days of daze, din of dance,
worn-out welcomes track in flesh
hunting-horrors on dog-eared wings
to (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain…
I am buried ‘neath the skin
on the outside-in
as I brother the trails to an alien sky
a xenolithic burst
from my heart opaque…
glaze of grin, gash of blaze,
welling welcomes wear-out flesh
shrieks on magic chimera wings
that (nightly) tingling brim of space
I have married to the breeze
with a topside ease
so...
worn-out welcomes track in flesh
hunting-horrors on dog-eared wings
to (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain…
I am buried ‘neath the skin
on the outside-in
as I brother the trails to an alien sky
a xenolithic burst
from my heart opaque…
glaze of grin, gash of blaze,
welling welcomes wear-out flesh
shrieks on magic chimera wings
that (nightly) tingling brim of space
I have married to the breeze
with a topside ease
so...
#philosophical
64 reads
0 Comments
Brain Burn
Brain burn,
fire of thought-
a little bit of
broken legion-
poems,
off
...in the mist
of faulty wiring
from synapse
charring,
Freedom:
that rabid mongrel-
sawed the wings
off gibbering
angels,
how they touched me:
here,
here,
& especially
here…
dug it 'til the blood
and wrote some crazy bug…
---munch---
---salt---
---munch---
took a long walk ...
fire of thought-
a little bit of
broken legion-
poems,
off
...in the mist
of faulty wiring
from synapse
charring,
Freedom:
that rabid mongrel-
sawed the wings
off gibbering
angels,
how they touched me:
here,
here,
& especially
here…
dug it 'til the blood
and wrote some crazy bug…
---munch---
---salt---
---munch---
took a long walk ...
#funny
125 reads
1 Comment
Dunning-Kruger
If you're not confused, then you don't know what's going on
#minimalist
#culture
#PopCulture
178 reads
2 Comments
Tapetum
I could see a whole lot better if weren't for all the street lights
#culture
#PopCulture
158 reads
2 Comments
DIY
from summer 2013
Emotionless voices on humdrum airs,
slave girls jingling curb & motion
I am on a bring-yer-own to the lithium strip,
a smoked-off plastic thrusting home
strangling sleep on a one-two-three-
step by step and assholed up in a mobile hut
to split the shit with the stain of a two liter face
where some worthless son of a cunt
will sneeze a breeze between his dying trees
while the cauldron bleeds a pillar in white
...
Emotionless voices on humdrum airs,
slave girls jingling curb & motion
I am on a bring-yer-own to the lithium strip,
a smoked-off plastic thrusting home
strangling sleep on a one-two-three-
step by step and assholed up in a mobile hut
to split the shit with the stain of a two liter face
where some worthless son of a cunt
will sneeze a breeze between his dying trees
while the cauldron bleeds a pillar in white
...
#drugs
#PopCulture
417 reads
4 Comments
Dwelling
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
257 reads
2 Comments
Selachophilia
from 2014
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
#love
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
385 reads
3 Comments
Cul-de-sac Jones
from 2016
There was a
brain in my nose
& a jack in my step.
A Black Stranger
Bird-catcher.
Slaving to the grind
of mastering the mind.
Our wicked dream,
my snake in your church.
& as sure as bones,
you flowered-off.
A bridge of green
on stones-to-worms.
When They make me pull
I push Them down.
When my blood sings
to the wailing vine.
Bites cold lips
with seraphim teeth.
Then...
There was a
brain in my nose
& a jack in my step.
A Black Stranger
Bird-catcher.
Slaving to the grind
of mastering the mind.
Our wicked dream,
my snake in your church.
& as sure as bones,
you flowered-off.
A bridge of green
on stones-to-worms.
When They make me pull
I push Them down.
When my blood sings
to the wailing vine.
Bites cold lips
with seraphim teeth.
Then...
#SelfReflection
580 reads
5 Comments
Worm's-eye View
Know thy ledge
under the stand
crawling & falling
built of nerve
at the swerving hand-
I bit the farm
and bought the dust
from a nose-to-the-grind
approach adjusting eyes
over sand
gravedigging genes
to meddle in dreams
waiting on the curb
and watching the worm
race to the berm
through a gold ear tomb
and a cold beer womb
I smoke my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
placing late in the shade
to go inside...
under the stand
crawling & falling
built of nerve
at the swerving hand-
I bit the farm
and bought the dust
from a nose-to-the-grind
approach adjusting eyes
over sand
gravedigging genes
to meddle in dreams
waiting on the curb
and watching the worm
race to the berm
through a gold ear tomb
and a cold beer womb
I smoke my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
placing late in the shade
to go inside...
#WritingPoetry
565 reads
4 Comments
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