Submissions by Conley (Delling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am everybody's stranger
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2016 1:35am
4th Jun 2016 1:35am
"firescope ship tremor"
Yes, the breeze was freshening. The boat was leaning, the water was sliced sharply and fell away in green cascades, in bubbles, in cataracts. Cam looked down into the foam, into the sea with all its treasure in it, and its speed hypnotised her, and the tie between her and James sagged a little. It slackened a little. She began to think, How fast it goes. Where are we going? and the movement hypnotised her, while James, with his eye fixed on the sail and on the horizon, steered grimly. But he began to think as he steered that he might escape; he might be quit of it all. They might land...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2015 2:20pm
25th Apr 2015 2:20pm
cyber tapping to a stranger
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i want you to tell me about words. you... are a logophile... right???
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Words feed my soul the way food and drink feed my body. I could live without them for a time, but then I would wither away. A husk of what could be. What am I looking for? I honestly don't know. Some sort of a connection.
>
have you been abandoned?
disconnected?
discarded?
are you subject to the caprices of wind?
or are you under the auspices of self?
are you contained?
maintained?
in pain?
life is a blink, my...
i want you to tell me about words. you... are a logophile... right???
<
Words feed my soul the way food and drink feed my body. I could live without them for a time, but then I would wither away. A husk of what could be. What am I looking for? I honestly don't know. Some sort of a connection.
>
have you been abandoned?
disconnected?
discarded?
are you subject to the caprices of wind?
or are you under the auspices of self?
are you contained?
maintained?
in pain?
life is a blink, my...
542 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 11:41am
26th Mar 2015 11:41am
Goodnight
Goodnight
Sedentary horses march through dreams with guffaws of humility joints, mechanical as rust blistering gear-locked boneyard monuments, screeching sardonic thrusts, at the base of every free turn while every good boy does fine, and doe eyes of the stranger curves slap the retina shift into overdrive. Speakers serenade traveling lyke wakes by means of fervent dirge, skipping, refracting each stilled crackle into a universe, like a whip, like a forged victim bleeding, their voice shaking, bewildered, work worn eyes tearing, empires collapsing into scattering neros that dissipate...
Sedentary horses march through dreams with guffaws of humility joints, mechanical as rust blistering gear-locked boneyard monuments, screeching sardonic thrusts, at the base of every free turn while every good boy does fine, and doe eyes of the stranger curves slap the retina shift into overdrive. Speakers serenade traveling lyke wakes by means of fervent dirge, skipping, refracting each stilled crackle into a universe, like a whip, like a forged victim bleeding, their voice shaking, bewildered, work worn eyes tearing, empires collapsing into scattering neros that dissipate...
722 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 11:37am
26th Mar 2015 11:37am
Rise!
sea birds flying overhead the giant crater in the ground, the aftermath bares no sound, just the darkness of poisoned soil, the full moon on one side dropping slowly, a jet fighter bomb in slow motion, opposing the full sun, no clean white clouds masking the day, it peaks over the horizon to share dancing hues of orange and red, the crater bowl, where lain the night before, mystery city, a bustling metro haven lighting up the shore with it's city light array of neon and flash, now secret-silent aftermath, waits the crew and their automated machines, their technology, their epa regulated...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2014 6:08am
12th Oct 2014 6:08am
Want to be my friend? I live at General Delivery (cut-up of porn cheeze and a children's story)
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2014 6:45am
11th Oct 2014 6:45am
in your game, i beat you!
and unto thy receptors comes the crash and crackles of thunderous outbursts. your eyes stormed into razed red feelers under the guise of power, vehemence splayed like pyrotechnic finger scorching canvas blue air sky, like crowns sprinkling diadems into the masses of rabble, spasmodic, rabid, offering the still beating heart they excised from your valentine paper mache machete, erect, entrails flailing, everything you've heard, all witnessed, reported, recorded, blister-map scars, fables under the table, crumbs and dust particles negotiate for fathoms of ice con, matter, sentience, the wan...
658 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 4:39pm
10th Oct 2014 4:39pm
episodic memory
alien kisses stitched her mouth shut
giggle balloons are always seeking gravity
countdown began at the last year of her first century
she gleaned all the manuals with laser retinas
she filed the textbooks in cashe sensors
central processing sharks fishing for pirates adventuring
my story stilled stage four ventricle spasms
the canvas trumps the sonar rhythm's whisp
the harmonic oscillator dilates with rapier sheen
illuminating the sacred penitentiary
giggle balloons are always seeking gravity
countdown began at the last year of her first century
she gleaned all the manuals with laser retinas
she filed the textbooks in cashe sensors
central processing sharks fishing for pirates adventuring
my story stilled stage four ventricle spasms
the canvas trumps the sonar rhythm's whisp
the harmonic oscillator dilates with rapier sheen
illuminating the sacred penitentiary
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2014 8:36am
4th Oct 2014 8:36am
Eye Nails
splay the children of dawn's sabbat
grab it and call the color white
raze the haze with succinct pulses
pray to the pulpit
carpet consumes the knees of clergy
deem me the christ of the slain
corpse creatrix
tighten it
right-en it
fight me, despite me
say what the echo says
presence shadows presence
moment spawns
whispered faunings,
enchantments,
with the curves of luscious
lips
each word crushes
it
whip me with
wide eyed sobriety
destiny
the night settles in plight
intent wrestles...
grab it and call the color white
raze the haze with succinct pulses
pray to the pulpit
carpet consumes the knees of clergy
deem me the christ of the slain
corpse creatrix
tighten it
right-en it
fight me, despite me
say what the echo says
presence shadows presence
moment spawns
whispered faunings,
enchantments,
with the curves of luscious
lips
each word crushes
it
whip me with
wide eyed sobriety
destiny
the night settles in plight
intent wrestles...
624 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 4:51pm
3rd Oct 2014 4:51pm
vision fission (mental spam)
images foundering about, the nucleus of subconscious essence, patterns crippled by volition, sometimes i can't see my own vision, deflagration hints at detonation, my idle breaths sustain impact events, a trail of syllabic symbolicals pulse in the dark, volcanic ray bursts, verse, solar plasma flares, ulta-matic-mosis, symbiotic quiet light, magnetic fission arc, light abates, rods and cones perceives flakes of experience, the shadows of aftermath temper curiosity with the symmetry of cascading debris, waken images of sabotaged dreams, deterministic snowflakes of summer breeze tease the mind...
711 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Jul 2014 5:41pm
16th Jul 2014 5:41pm
Sensations Within Each Tiny Eternity - part 9 of passage 3 from section 2 vs 1 of chapter 7
Her Shade Tolls
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
715 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 6:27am
27th Jun 2014 6:27am
Clear Matter Innocent Of Opacity
She sleeps in my jeans, she sleeps in my cot. She's anchored to the resilient floor shine on the waxed barracks. Her dangerous fluids dry easily with the scald of fire-effluvium utterances sealed in the desk drawer. Sensitive information is kept at bay while commerades light up the night with their tsar bomba concoctions, their reflective white war painted metal, smooth metal, the kind that creates fireballs in the fingertips. Detonated shock wave signals triggered the empty side of the blanket into re-retreat. Novaya Zemyla forged hush upon the spans of rocky ice water, as silent...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2014 2:39am
28th May 2014 2:39am
ferm el cor that can not start
six sestinas written to the wind, in the rain, with chalk
nobody knows the cure for her whimpering
she concludes that she must not write
her lips pursed tightly as she cuts her hand
off
her magnitude dwindles
her heave deflates
that which was thrust is now conquered teem
fire freezes water when she attempts word
the baby was born glaucous
without breath
she needs satisfaction
nothing can sate!
she enjoys frustration of trying
she brags about her crying
she can't talk
her tongue has been usurped
nobody knows the cure for her whimpering
she concludes that she must not write
her lips pursed tightly as she cuts her hand
off
her magnitude dwindles
her heave deflates
that which was thrust is now conquered teem
fire freezes water when she attempts word
the baby was born glaucous
without breath
she needs satisfaction
nothing can sate!
she enjoys frustration of trying
she brags about her crying
she can't talk
her tongue has been usurped
635 reads
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