Submissions by Conley (Delling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am everybody's stranger
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 7:41pm
10th Mar 2013 7:41pm
Ne Will, Say Die, Ne
the villain willan
wela forever
willingly wyllan
viliuos gwell
far from my hell
I Will, My Will
velle, willa, I willa
I shall never
be na habban
unwillingly be
nothing ever
never
never
ne ever
ne ever
na habban
na habban
ever
wela forever
willingly wyllan
viliuos gwell
far from my hell
I Will, My Will
velle, willa, I willa
I shall never
be na habban
unwillingly be
nothing ever
never
never
ne ever
ne ever
na habban
na habban
ever
493 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 5:49pm
10th Mar 2013 5:49pm
6
sex sex sex
I am god
I am hellfire
you can not extinguish me
I will not expire
all the way
all the way
always
sex sex sex
guthan
zovo mi
zovo me
exhume
exalt
ze culte
wuršscip
wuršscip
mij mij mij
I Am, I Am!
Sesto of six
sex sex sex
I shall not relinquish
I Am The Fire,
sex
I am god
I am hellfire
you can not extinguish me
I will not expire
all the way
all the way
always
sex sex sex
guthan
zovo mi
zovo me
exhume
exalt
ze culte
wuršscip
wuršscip
mij mij mij
I Am, I Am!
Sesto of six
sex sex sex
I shall not relinquish
I Am The Fire,
sex
970 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 7:57pm
6th Mar 2013 7:57pm
COW WARD (found lines)
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees
A flower was offered to me:
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
When the lips have spoken,
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
As the storms rock the ravens on high
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Dungeons can call- and Guns implore;
With showers and dew-drops wet;
As laughter- was- an hour ago-
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
A flower was offered to me:
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
When the lips have spoken,
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
As the storms rock the ravens on high
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Dungeons can call- and Guns implore;
With showers and dew-drops wet;
As laughter- was- an hour ago-
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
575 reads
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2013 9:15pm
24th Feb 2013 9:15pm
[n-1]*6- B<pipe>\mathcal{E}<pipe> (Z.B.D.) Hz.12.80 2-winding, 6-pulse; E-I core
549 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Aug 2012 6:28am
8th Aug 2012 6:28am
Missive After
i wonder if you heard anything i said
our accents dance in different stratospheres
i'm up, alienated, thinking about dawn
surely humid, a little rainy
it's hot down here even now
i come down here to hit the comp
then i dash back up for the air conditioning
i feel like an explosion in the near distance
the people are deaf, but can they feel the tremble?
the earth knows my feet
now deliver to the essence of others
the dirty rock-ball of sand, soil and water!
spin faster! i'm bored!
our accents dance in different stratospheres
i'm up, alienated, thinking about dawn
surely humid, a little rainy
it's hot down here even now
i come down here to hit the comp
then i dash back up for the air conditioning
i feel like an explosion in the near distance
the people are deaf, but can they feel the tremble?
the earth knows my feet
now deliver to the essence of others
the dirty rock-ball of sand, soil and water!
spin faster! i'm bored!
557 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Aug 2012 2:32pm
5th Aug 2012 2:32pm
Subject: Re: A sweet pear, cut in half. (cyber-missive excerpts)
from:
Subject: A sweet pear, cut in half.
My wire spiders crawled away, and I no longer possess a torch. I lost a lot when I lost my coat, and the things that I kept in my pockets. I lose things, all the time. It makes it sweet, when I find them, and should I never find them, it makes it almost sweeter, they were phantoms, here for only a short time, but savored none the less. Sometimes, I indulge in wild searches, upturning the dust in the forgotten places, crawling into every crevice and corner of this house, of this town. And though I rarely find what I seek, I've found a lot...
Subject: A sweet pear, cut in half.
My wire spiders crawled away, and I no longer possess a torch. I lost a lot when I lost my coat, and the things that I kept in my pockets. I lose things, all the time. It makes it sweet, when I find them, and should I never find them, it makes it almost sweeter, they were phantoms, here for only a short time, but savored none the less. Sometimes, I indulge in wild searches, upturning the dust in the forgotten places, crawling into every crevice and corner of this house, of this town. And though I rarely find what I seek, I've found a lot...
645 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Aug 2012 1:23pm
5th Aug 2012 1:23pm
Dawn Cracked Silence; a message to a friend
i was up all friday night and slept all saturday night. now i'm up and restless. i feel like a train ride. i know you're sleeping. everyone is sleeping. a quiet chicago on a sunday morning. i could talk to the clouds, go church hopping, find a spot down by the lake and read...is everything better when you write about it? does it sound like more than it is? wide awake on a sunday morning is always strange.
592 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Aug 2012 10:29pm
4th Aug 2012 10:29pm
Missive Exchange
Written to me:
all simple things, that are simple to others, we making it amazing and magical. Others cant understand that. It;s little bit hard for me to express myself in english :}
My response:
dearest morigana
i always understand you!
and if we were in person
perhaps
i would understand you
without spoken words
the depth of one's eyes
the way they look away
the way they close
the way they open
the way the pupils dance
it's a chorus
...
all simple things, that are simple to others, we making it amazing and magical. Others cant understand that. It;s little bit hard for me to express myself in english :}
My response:
dearest morigana
i always understand you!
and if we were in person
perhaps
i would understand you
without spoken words
the depth of one's eyes
the way they look away
the way they close
the way they open
the way the pupils dance
it's a chorus
...
671 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 5:02am
4th Aug 2012 5:02am
dinner building (codification statutes)
peppered to dust, i've never changed the astral saltwater while casting tremors into the gleaming marble tower of signal deflection
yet a zephyr ram-shacked the particle vessel before tomb-set; another night has died in the eyes of the oblivious tenement
beggars plead for the savory mortar
an ectopic fetal organ growth sped toward the noctilucent secret, though aborted before the orb could reach rotation significance
a pet orcinus worm then flailed the pale plane as spinning arrows occupied the spinal dredge of my equator - a mote was drawn to...
yet a zephyr ram-shacked the particle vessel before tomb-set; another night has died in the eyes of the oblivious tenement
beggars plead for the savory mortar
an ectopic fetal organ growth sped toward the noctilucent secret, though aborted before the orb could reach rotation significance
a pet orcinus worm then flailed the pale plane as spinning arrows occupied the spinal dredge of my equator - a mote was drawn to...
529 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jul 2012 5:33pm
3rd Jul 2012 5:33pm
Back to Lithuania; exerpt from a cyber-missive to a stranger
sounds like a haven for bliss
even if it is a little dead in the cemetery
and when you get back to the city
you will appreciate it ever so much!
i would love to absorb what your inspiration
has brought you
perhaps your mind is sharply wrought
by the luxury of quietude
perhaps you've had time to reflect deeply
as you've steeped yourself
in such silence and solitude
i'm sure the city misses you too
even if it is a little dead in the cemetery
and when you get back to the city
you will appreciate it ever so much!
i would love to absorb what your inspiration
has brought you
perhaps your mind is sharply wrought
by the luxury of quietude
perhaps you've had time to reflect deeply
as you've steeped yourself
in such silence and solitude
i'm sure the city misses you too
487 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2012 3:44pm
3rd Jul 2012 3:44pm
experiment
Turnstyle-stuck
Glacial entropy star petal dictating the umbrage centripetal osculation of cot
Melt construction micro thorn passivity thus lit external stillness in woods
Gelidity demise god dirt-seed direction if black core rotation under cellar
Flame erecting insecticidal sky chaos for pallid eternal stop is heaven
Glacial Melt Gelidity Flame
entropy construction demise...
Glacial entropy star petal dictating the umbrage centripetal osculation of cot
Melt construction micro thorn passivity thus lit external stillness in woods
Gelidity demise god dirt-seed direction if black core rotation under cellar
Flame erecting insecticidal sky chaos for pallid eternal stop is heaven
Glacial Melt Gelidity Flame
entropy construction demise...
599 reads
0 Comments
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