Submissions by oxy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Bird
My friend scarifier draws pictures on skin, writing the stories that will always linger. He's cultivating it as a kind of sacred discipline, He's familiar with all its treats and features.
While cutting designs into skin with his blade, he demands to accept it with wisdom, in silence, Teaching the skill of voluntary pain, he's guiding it like a language, an art or a science.
And bloody wounds beneath his fingers in time turn into mysterious creatures, flowers and signs.
I live here in peace so far, I am studying the world of routine, self- control, restraint. Improving my...
While cutting designs into skin with his blade, he demands to accept it with wisdom, in silence, Teaching the skill of voluntary pain, he's guiding it like a language, an art or a science.
And bloody wounds beneath his fingers in time turn into mysterious creatures, flowers and signs.
I live here in peace so far, I am studying the world of routine, self- control, restraint. Improving my...
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Do Not
I do not think, nor dream,
I do not sleep.
I'm waiting for not sun, nor moon
Neither the ship.
I do not feel the midday's heat,
nor midnight's breeze.
For long-awaited and desired gift
I do not wait.
And morning's sun doesn't give me light,
nor evening's star.
I live without life, dismiss from mind
the date and time.
It's going round in my head,
This silly tune.
I am a rope-dancer in the shadow
of two dark moons.
I do not sleep.
I'm waiting for not sun, nor moon
Neither the ship.
I do not feel the midday's heat,
nor midnight's breeze.
For long-awaited and desired gift
I do not wait.
And morning's sun doesn't give me light,
nor evening's star.
I live without life, dismiss from mind
the date and time.
It's going round in my head,
This silly tune.
I am a rope-dancer in the shadow
of two dark moons.
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word stack
Streets, faces, buses, glimpses
I can't sleep, I can't cease it.
Walking, watching in the mirrors,
Smoking. The wounds are not healed.
Long rambling
Deep breathing.
All the shadows are enliven.
There we were, loved, forgiven, left behind ...
I will not return and spring will not come back.
I will go to fly , I'm not afraid.
I don't want you to ...
I don't want me to ...
Be caught with all that words we have said
Night is chasing.
Thoughts are passing,
Hiding, you couldn't get them either,
You can laugh, you can mess....
I can't sleep, I can't cease it.
Walking, watching in the mirrors,
Smoking. The wounds are not healed.
Long rambling
Deep breathing.
All the shadows are enliven.
There we were, loved, forgiven, left behind ...
I will not return and spring will not come back.
I will go to fly , I'm not afraid.
I don't want you to ...
I don't want me to ...
Be caught with all that words we have said
Night is chasing.
Thoughts are passing,
Hiding, you couldn't get them either,
You can laugh, you can mess....
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this world...
It's a word of equivalents,
It's useless, your statement.
Learn to treat yourself
as an inferior creature.
Yeah, you wouldn't convince
or even infuriate them.
As before they could do
without your literature.
How much would you not be devoted,
There's always someone more hip
How much would you not be unrivaled
Great beyond wouldn't leave you great tip
Hey, keep calm, the future is unstable
You are ordinary but think of your own breed
think unique, but we are all the same
And to know more there's no need.
It's useless, your statement.
Learn to treat yourself
as an inferior creature.
Yeah, you wouldn't convince
or even infuriate them.
As before they could do
without your literature.
How much would you not be devoted,
There's always someone more hip
How much would you not be unrivaled
Great beyond wouldn't leave you great tip
Hey, keep calm, the future is unstable
You are ordinary but think of your own breed
think unique, but we are all the same
And to know more there's no need.
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