Submissions by MGC (7he)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Cast-Off Skin
"What is divine, / is surely an
interpretation of one's dissolution."
interpretation of one's dissolution."
556 reads
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Just Pay Attention
Meddling backwards,
from self-resemblance to seed. Balancing on
the brim... Overflowing with what once was
thought to be lost."
from self-resemblance to seed. Balancing on
the brim... Overflowing with what once was
thought to be lost."
575 reads
1 Comment
Teaching On Autopilot
.. Carbon copy elementary offspring with curious suckling,
agreed upon set of perceptions mood-altering schoolboy crush.
agreed upon set of perceptions mood-altering schoolboy crush.
509 reads
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Adore
Consumed with silence—let the grapes ripen, bombs began to fall, and drink:
I give! The door gave ... prayer offered no resistance.
I give! The door gave ... prayer offered no resistance.
522 reads
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Of A Roof
god?
sense of ...
Self
... outside my head,
the seeker is free from deceit.
sense of ...
Self
... outside my head,
the seeker is free from deceit.
569 reads
1 Comment
Everybody's Watching
If all was all then all wouldn't need the sum ...
585 reads
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Human Interaction
My phone was dead,
so we sat in revolving silence
reaching for the door.
so we sat in revolving silence
reaching for the door.
595 reads
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Linchpin
human viewed point of view
my straightforward posture
of rapturous permanent red
lead Frank to his knees
my straightforward posture
of rapturous permanent red
lead Frank to his knees
562 reads
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Don't Just Lay There
Into and out of,
(open) silent eyes,
hope for view
repeat something from memory,
(write back) reply -
settle in, listen
forget it—it's nothing, (truth)
...
...
...
shy away?
(open) silent eyes,
hope for view
repeat something from memory,
(write back) reply -
settle in, listen
forget it—it's nothing, (truth)
...
...
...
shy away?
535 reads
1 Comment
Bowl-Shaped Trophy
this very day i am sober
i thirst for charge
tomorrow, i taste earth
dread the mediocrity
we're wasted,
we taste just who we lost
we furnish takeoff and then we seek
vomitus in unforeseen trust
i thirst for charge
tomorrow, i taste earth
dread the mediocrity
we're wasted,
we taste just who we lost
we furnish takeoff and then we seek
vomitus in unforeseen trust
544 reads
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Sculpture
Appearing out of focus
so over the top - wither - it doesn't end
The warmth is not so bold
damned, the woeful
Boxed wreckage
pull the wool, sacred
hammer your recklessness, expose your nature
then ply your nerve with possessions
fall, getting crowded on top
Becoming! It has begun!
so over the top - wither - it doesn't end
The warmth is not so bold
damned, the woeful
Boxed wreckage
pull the wool, sacred
hammer your recklessness, expose your nature
then ply your nerve with possessions
fall, getting crowded on top
Becoming! It has begun!
656 reads
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The Roaring Climax Of Depth
Hollow out, beyond hope, inferior
You're just an echo, dead ringer
... Numb regard wandering on a narrow tongue
Forked dead center of a weak point
Dramatic ritual ...
You're just an echo, dead ringer
... Numb regard wandering on a narrow tongue
Forked dead center of a weak point
Dramatic ritual ...
684 reads
1 Comment
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