Submissions by case28 (Alexander Case)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poetry makes me fucking pretty
a collection of short poems [4]
job
spent my days screwing up and nailing lines
my neck bent from looking up at cement clouds
in desperate need of a lick of paint
lawnmower man
call me
zoro del aroma
backyard perfumer
my signature cologne
mandarin rind, two-stroke and
freshly slashed grass
fucking olè
the physics behind obsession
schwarzschild says she loves and adores you, oh-so much
that every electron in her body
is charged with a love that will span a universe
but then there's gravity
...
spent my days screwing up and nailing lines
my neck bent from looking up at cement clouds
in desperate need of a lick of paint
lawnmower man
call me
zoro del aroma
backyard perfumer
my signature cologne
mandarin rind, two-stroke and
freshly slashed grass
fucking olè
the physics behind obsession
schwarzschild says she loves and adores you, oh-so much
that every electron in her body
is charged with a love that will span a universe
but then there's gravity
...
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am i paranoid or am i alienated
something about the alien seemed familiar
in the moans of paranoia he verbalised
"hold it together man, it'll soon be over!"
at warp speed he spun into a psychedelic blur
desperately he clung to the car door; paralysed
something about the alien seemed familiar
supernovas blown across the exterior
splattered spoils of his madness exorcised
hold it together man, it'll soon be over
tractor beams inhaled his conscious deeper
within the stratosphere; he felt dehumanised
something about the alien seemed familiar...
in the moans of paranoia he verbalised
"hold it together man, it'll soon be over!"
at warp speed he spun into a psychedelic blur
desperately he clung to the car door; paralysed
something about the alien seemed familiar
supernovas blown across the exterior
splattered spoils of his madness exorcised
hold it together man, it'll soon be over
tractor beams inhaled his conscious deeper
within the stratosphere; he felt dehumanised
something about the alien seemed familiar...
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7 Comments
snake oil mechanics [with blastocyst in-utero flush]: decadent negligence
what if i hand you the keys to my car
would you take it for a test drive
go searching for something undetectable
a glitch
called the invisible truth
or would you
plug in your computer
carbon black my tyres
do a deal with the tortfeasor
cut the umbilical OCD OBD
[warning light systems paranoia]
then
after you tampered with the dash and demystified
the smokescreen
you tell me
theres nothing wrong-
sonwearingthrong
[wrong... theres...
would you take it for a test drive
go searching for something undetectable
a glitch
called the invisible truth
or would you
plug in your computer
carbon black my tyres
do a deal with the tortfeasor
cut the umbilical OCD OBD
[warning light systems paranoia]
then
after you tampered with the dash and demystified
the smokescreen
you tell me
theres nothing wrong-
sonwearingthrong
[wrong... theres...
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8 Comments
[second] image of a man
settings > portrait: half naked in front of a mirror
press and hold
with clenched fists pointed at his temples
[dieci]
arms hellbent
biceps tensed
[nove]
tree trunks carved into battering rams
[otto]
he speaks to no one
[sette]
but to an echo of a man on the phone
[sei]
this man is not me ...
press and hold
with clenched fists pointed at his temples
[dieci]
arms hellbent
biceps tensed
[nove]
tree trunks carved into battering rams
[otto]
he speaks to no one
[sette]
but to an echo of a man on the phone
[sei]
this man is not me ...
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tonight
here I am, once again alone in my bed
time-locked at midnight, every minute revolving
turning disappointment
over and over, leaving me
frayed and knotted
within an endless loop of loneliness
and without a book
I wish I'd borrowed
something light
to read about young love
with smiles in their eyes
where a simple glance
promises nothing more than fresh breath
and a soft kiss to smuggle back to bed
...
time-locked at midnight, every minute revolving
turning disappointment
over and over, leaving me
frayed and knotted
within an endless loop of loneliness
and without a book
I wish I'd borrowed
something light
to read about young love
with smiles in their eyes
where a simple glance
promises nothing more than fresh breath
and a soft kiss to smuggle back to bed
...
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inner inspiration [from a world that offers so much more]
it can mean so little, and in time mean nothing at all, but so much more when left unwritten
write from within... perhaps we've all been so delusional
and selfish, or it could be just a phase we're going through
or perhaps a knock to the head
has caused some permanent trauma to our... sense of reality
because it's apparent these arrogant poets
who stand tall on their pedestals
are blinded by their own divinity ...
write from within... perhaps we've all been so delusional
and selfish, or it could be just a phase we're going through
or perhaps a knock to the head
has caused some permanent trauma to our... sense of reality
because it's apparent these arrogant poets
who stand tall on their pedestals
are blinded by their own divinity ...
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crimson deep
the sea is viscous
pulsating phosphorescence
ripples amongst the calm wreck
of night
mort is
metallic brine
churning fear inside his guts
intermittent terror
reveals what follows the moonlight
when it tears through the clouds
drowning boys who cry
for being eaten alive
the old man imagines the monster
lurking twenty fathoms below
waiting for its prey
to gambol on a crimson moon
This poem was written...
pulsating phosphorescence
ripples amongst the calm wreck
of night
mort is
metallic brine
churning fear inside his guts
intermittent terror
reveals what follows the moonlight
when it tears through the clouds
drowning boys who cry
for being eaten alive
the old man imagines the monster
lurking twenty fathoms below
waiting for its prey
to gambol on a crimson moon
This poem was written...
#dark
#sea
#monsters #ErnestHemingway
#monsters #ErnestHemingway
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a collection of short poems [3]
whore
she'd never be mine
and i wasn't there to pander
barely inches away
when those
fucking tears told me
she was making love
there's only one trick
to make her insides feel
this cheap
it's the way she wants it
boneyards
i could be
void of this feeling
that i'm coming home
and still
her face
would take me there
prostrate
dry pressed floral dress
her petals crushed delicately
between the floor ...
she'd never be mine
and i wasn't there to pander
barely inches away
when those
fucking tears told me
she was making love
there's only one trick
to make her insides feel
this cheap
it's the way she wants it
boneyards
i could be
void of this feeling
that i'm coming home
and still
her face
would take me there
prostrate
dry pressed floral dress
her petals crushed delicately
between the floor ...
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born from the blind alley

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Carmen
A collaboration: Magdalena and Alexander Case
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
she...
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
she...
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