Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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from a tin can
from a tin-can
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
#anxiety
#alcohol
#MentalHealth #escape
#MentalHealth #escape
548 reads
8 Comments
in post
viz for #romantic
#relationships
#romantic
611 reads
15 Comments
a thousand years between motels
there is moss on the bathroom tile,
unknown fox-red drops
licking the basin's lip...burning,
dripping
the soap in my eyes
I dropped
acid rain
it stung, birthed
baby sacred leaches in cavities
of my ciliary body
and they slip poorly-
poorly on the ceramic/
if i had mouth eyes
I would have
asked her for the towel...
but she has pale membranes
under her lids... ...
unknown fox-red drops
licking the basin's lip...burning,
dripping
the soap in my eyes
I dropped
acid rain
it stung, birthed
baby sacred leaches in cavities
of my ciliary body
and they slip poorly-
poorly on the ceramic/
if i had mouth eyes
I would have
asked her for the towel...
but she has pale membranes
under her lids... ...
#travel
440 reads
10 Comments
breathstr o k e
how he rucks from her bedsheets
the patterns to the corners
the almond morning diorama
in witch, lime
and hazel stitching,
from cortina between the lashes
to paper in each insole,
as she parades her pinafore.
she is quarter notes
as her feet lands.
it was not
what I knew
that got me through
it was what
I was unwilling
to forget.
the patterns to the corners
the almond morning diorama
in witch, lime
and hazel stitching,
from cortina between the lashes
to paper in each insole,
as she parades her pinafore.
she is quarter notes
as her feet lands.
it was not
what I knew
that got me through
it was what
I was unwilling
to forget.
#regret
#lover
#admiration
568 reads
10 Comments
dark room
applause the pale
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
ache of the moon landing
on lakes of iced milk flesh.
the sophomoric skin
of hillsides in the vales,
where fields of snow-hoofed doe
bury their gelt, their
blossom in long, long, longing.
our failed and leaked
films were over-exposed
and uncapped too early.
unfixed, sundered
to so much light,
until all we saw were
accidents and shadows.
#dark
#heaven
549 reads
21 Comments
the sunday on your lawn
visualcarwash
#birth
#identity
#rebellion
495 reads
14 Comments
soma hums
vizsomahums
#BDSM
#sensual
1000 reads
14 Comments
The plum pit in decantered wine
The soot on the mantle,
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
all along your heavy gothic lies,
you mixed thick and decantered, in
glass of Maias' lovely black eyes.
We made the arrangements,
and set them brotherly between the King
and a spaniel's smile. under curtain lace
and the last of Victoria's light she brings.
They paid the mill-wright lawfully, careful
to lay black feather of pig iron and lead.
A sunken blackbird, dead in cursing, wrought
and melting ore,
where flees the black angel from...
#family
#death
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
#memories #EdnaStVincentMillay
617 reads
6 Comments
...but this is more
Entry for Poem —> Song competition
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
v1
Red raw we are born,
into bright lights we are blown.
Of all the things I have seen
you are the brightest I have known
And in the heavy rain
I will come back to you again
Dreams of yesterday
will burn tomorrow
C.
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that
there is nothing
but this is more
v2
Stopped and to breathe,
these fleeting memories. ...
#love
#nature
#music #lyrics
#music #lyrics
447 reads
14 Comments
blood bank
boxes
#peace
#scifi
#fear
420 reads
4 Comments
We are twenty becoming twenty-one
VIZ for #NewYear comp.
#angels
#NewYear
#hope
#separation
#Buddhist
546 reads
12 Comments
A millimetre hung under the mezzanine
Just as a pin on the map.
I pick you up,
unkissed; shy sunrising rock.
I pick you up.
The break-in on the abandoned school;
the drunken invasion of an archeological site
I picked you up.
Aegean, pleiadian care-worker;
indelible.
I pick you up,
unkissed; shy sunrising rock.
I pick you up.
The break-in on the abandoned school;
the drunken invasion of an archeological site
I picked you up.
Aegean, pleiadian care-worker;
indelible.
#beach
#UnrequitedLove
#travel #love
#travel #love
471 reads
3 Comments
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