Submissions by Backwardbuttons

We sat on the edge of the forest, it was dusk and the stars were beginning to come out. I looked over at her and my eyes traced the lines of her face, moving of their own accord. I was very aware of the shape of her mouth as she told me about the last time she had been able to see any stars, how the lights of the city obscured the needle point diamonds from the eyes of any searching for songs in the heavens. My breath felt uncomfortable, I had to think about every pull and push my lungs made, and there was a deep whirling motion happening in my stomach, like I were falling upwards and...

Purple Pillow
By,
Z.S.

I know a purple pillow
And it's an easy pill to swallow
Crack it with your teeth
Find no more sorrow to wallow in
When you're twenty pillows deep
Now you can follow me
As I creep out this hollow
I know
The steps are steep
But follow
Meet me tomorrow
Where the water runs shallow
Greet me where the fields are fallow
Scream at me fellows
Before this insanity
Absently swallows what's left of my serenity
Propped up
By the purple pillows people pop in the space in their...

Ozzy Ozzy Opium Poem
By,
Z. S.


Let me relate this story
Boldly in allegory
Words rendered in pressured measures
Of analogy
Be sure to see between the letters
As you envision and listen to the words I speak
About a girl named Dorothy
Before you leave, please
It’s not the story you think, wait
It’s not the same train
With spots of gumdrops and all wrapped in candy canes
It’s terrain is subtly dark
Like a vein scarred by tar
And the traced shapes of track marks

We’ll start the pace with a...

Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing
With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering
His hands fumbling with wistful whispering
As he stilled listening
Quivering in attention to her symphony
Moving so fluidly it seemed
She was perfect symmetry
If symmetry could sing infinitely
While still breathing

Red lips and a tongue ring
Swayed hips like an epiphany
He used ink viciously
As he tried to capture her being
In pages of calligraphy
Ultimately ending in simplicity
And writing only two words worth keeping
Lovely,...

She bottled the impossible
With silent gestures she kept audible
While constantly perfecting improbable obstacles
She was always steady and volatile
Keeping reality optional
She moved in a way that was almost comical
Methodical in how she kept  herself intentionally watchable
She was an angel draped over something diabolical

But you see,
Her love, it was kind of clumsy
So before she could even share something
Her heart, it was already crumbling
But some how lucky
When most just stared dumbly
As people asked what...