Submissions by IMAGO (Viwe Lugongolo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't make sense but I sure rhyme
elbow beverage
There is a bulging cloud between your ears
and if your skull is the sky,
and the moon your smile
then galaxies
are formed
in the way
we breathe
and if your skull is the sky,
and the moon your smile
then galaxies
are formed
in the way
we breathe
834 reads
4 Comments
Blow Ever Age
My heart is
a hat that beheaded
spiders are too spineless
to wear
How can you push
the envelope
when I parted with the stamps
Reptile skull
Sex quite dull
Step right up
but keep a low profile
Melt my mind
with your so-so
smile
a hat that beheaded
spiders are too spineless
to wear
How can you push
the envelope
when I parted with the stamps
Reptile skull
Sex quite dull
Step right up
but keep a low profile
Melt my mind
with your so-so
smile
848 reads
2 Comments
Reionization
A living day
and a d3ad month
hours mourn
s3conds lost
Y3ars b3com3 ill3r
w33ks grow w3ary
Th3s3 ar3 th3 living days
and d3ad months
Ag3s sp3ak volum3s
Tim3 mak3s hand g3stur3s
and a d3ad month
hours mourn
s3conds lost
Y3ars b3com3 ill3r
w33ks grow w3ary
Th3s3 ar3 th3 living days
and d3ad months
Ag3s sp3ak volum3s
Tim3 mak3s hand g3stur3s
835 reads
4 Comments
polyp
someone
who writes about flowers
how their natural beauty
inspires her own
to grow
and eventually die
her smile,
like white petals
falling to the ground
who writes about flowers
how their natural beauty
inspires her own
to grow
and eventually die
her smile,
like white petals
falling to the ground
836 reads
4 Comments
Butterfly Cuisine
The worst may be over
yet I feel
now
ever more
so afraid
yet I feel
now
ever more
so afraid
799 reads
3 Comments
I Never Put Much Thought Into Titles
I guess I have to
live through it all
If I am still breathing
then something is missing
live through it all
If I am still breathing
then something is missing
832 reads
4 Comments
The Day After The End Of The World(I Ended Up Leaving My Drink)
I ended up leaving my drink
I couldn't get it so I needed a hint
I was chatting up two women
On second guess I must've been snooze dreaming
My mate Blitz left for the farms
So I went to the Jameson pub
I bumped into Raheem and we started talking Hip Hop
Sipped so many beers my brain felt like a slipknot
Last night was the bomb
Last night I was Bond
On a mission
No martinis and Astons,this was different
We were drifting in Bo's car
Classic but we weren't listening to Mozart
I started seeing starships like cobra
I may not...
I couldn't get it so I needed a hint
I was chatting up two women
On second guess I must've been snooze dreaming
My mate Blitz left for the farms
So I went to the Jameson pub
I bumped into Raheem and we started talking Hip Hop
Sipped so many beers my brain felt like a slipknot
Last night was the bomb
Last night I was Bond
On a mission
No martinis and Astons,this was different
We were drifting in Bo's car
Classic but we weren't listening to Mozart
I started seeing starships like cobra
I may not...
814 reads
4 Comments
Life Is Brevity
Mourn me not,
for I am never gone...
just hiding
for I am never gone...
just hiding
810 reads
2 Comments
Unrequited
If this is love,
it can never be all that I have got
Surely, out there...
there is more
it can never be all that I have got
Surely, out there...
there is more
911 reads
2 Comments
A Knife In The Dark
Blade
Once a shiny blade
On the rusted edge
My life hangs
My back against the wall
A wall of stainless steel
Here is my fungal flesh
Make a meal
Blade
Take me away
To the light
Before the tunnel
Blade
Not the sharpest tool
In the shed
Once a shiny blade
On the rusted edge
My life hangs
My back against the wall
A wall of stainless steel
Here is my fungal flesh
Make a meal
Blade
Take me away
To the light
Before the tunnel
Blade
Not the sharpest tool
In the shed
762 reads
1 Comment
Ruby Tears
Blood pours out of her eyes
and she says it's joy
I wonder if it's not just a ploy
to throw me off the scent
My nostrils taste the aerosol and open flame
If that is fire in her eyes
then the tears must be gasoline
or drops of kerosene
She bawls but the pain is elsewhere hidden
shelled by the bold eagerness to shed a smile
She used to be an enemy of sleep
but now she's bedridden
Vibrant yet anxious to die
She hardly ever really cries
and when she does
lava streams down her cliff-like cheeks
She...
and she says it's joy
I wonder if it's not just a ploy
to throw me off the scent
My nostrils taste the aerosol and open flame
If that is fire in her eyes
then the tears must be gasoline
or drops of kerosene
She bawls but the pain is elsewhere hidden
shelled by the bold eagerness to shed a smile
She used to be an enemy of sleep
but now she's bedridden
Vibrant yet anxious to die
She hardly ever really cries
and when she does
lava streams down her cliff-like cheeks
She...
859 reads
0 Comments
Helmet Head
I'm writing poetry for freaks to get banged to
I have a schlong the size of a bamboo
My load can give your hair more volume than shampoo
Who needs a damn noose
when I can use my flesh flute to hang you
I'm hung
but don't leave me hanging
Be my study
What's course without a little inter
Give me the lurps until your neck splinters
My bits are dangling
Lick your pits
that's tangy
I'm hung
but please don't leave me hanging
Butt plugs
No shit
Hit the switch so you can see my glow stick ...
I have a schlong the size of a bamboo
My load can give your hair more volume than shampoo
Who needs a damn noose
when I can use my flesh flute to hang you
I'm hung
but don't leave me hanging
Be my study
What's course without a little inter
Give me the lurps until your neck splinters
My bits are dangling
Lick your pits
that's tangy
I'm hung
but please don't leave me hanging
Butt plugs
No shit
Hit the switch so you can see my glow stick ...
902 reads
4 Comments
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