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Name Poem by TheGlassIris, literature

Literature

Name Poem

One of the most common names I’ve ever heard is my own, a kind that neither trips up the instructor during roll call nor sparks much interest at a dining hall. A name like “Andrew” is clear, transparent, and plastic. The kind of name that lets me sift like a memory into the background. I have used it all my life, like a kind of cardboard box lifting myself out of it and watching the packing peanuts drift and settle around my limbs like newborn snow, candy floss, and the long plastic straw that curled around itself like time or Eliot’s yellow fog. And there was a kind of distance between “Andrew” and &l

You'll Understand When You're Older by miss-butler, literature

Literature

You'll Understand When You're Older

You’ll understand when you are older Once the sun has set On your innocent days You will see you are like a tree As a sprout you risk being stepped on But as you grow the wind can blow you down Child your roots will grow in Making your claim in the wild woods I must warn you the wind is howling up here But the air is so much clearer I'm not yet fully grown A little battered, somewhat scarred Still reaching out Digging my roots deeper And finding myself closer to the sky Soon you’ll understand my warnings And soon you too Will reach for the sky

Family by paintedpoetry, literature

Literature

Family

What really matters Blood beating, pumping furiously To see your smiling face And glinting with familial bliss Blood beating, pumping furiously Anxiety riding the crop of humility And glinting with familial bliss How you make me feel like shit Anxiety riding the crop of humility I sit, hands folded, to your criticism How you make me feel like shit Mocking those few glimpses of pride I sit, hands folded, to your criticism I will not give my consent Mocking those few glimpses of pride Remember who you are I will not give my consent Inferiority is not my namesake Remember who you are Those friends that cherish my pride Infer

Ballad of the American Waitress by TheGlassIris, literature

Literature

Ballad of the American Waitress

-For the lonely, the underpaid, and the ones just really tired of life- "I too, sing America" "American" which means tax-free for me, No sense of economy, and absolutely emancipated From mortuary science, living As hamburgers do. On the shelf- Life of shantytown supermarket value menus— Bring me the drink menu. Thank you. I don't think A tip will be necessary for that. I boost the high-heeled boast of baby chairs and safety belts I glorify flesh in pictures and idolized television. I worship the lottery, the silent luck, who never (not even once) has tal

slower by LancelotPrice, literature

Literature

slower

I see the heat of streetlights in your eyes there is sulfur involved snowflakes swirl in lumination orange and blue you in your long black coat hiding your military dress of antique brass buttons and navy blue in all its darkness Remember that limousine we rode in do you It was only hours ago I remember the year when we met under the sky and the only light was the sun too bright for competition and yet you were brighter and for those moments so was I We never sat down in limos then when we could run or lie together Our bodies were faster than thought We made so much and said so little only hours ag

calamari, anyone? by haijinik, literature

Phantasmagoria by TheGlassIris, literature

Literature

Phantasmagoria

Time acts as a gauze to most things A sealant cast that layers over and hides in the cracks And the lives wrapped, engulfed, in its stream Could be as cut and inconsequential as A trip to the store So in fore (and hind-sight) Where does the spindle lead? Where does the tapestry of stories Reach the patchwork doll house Where all these people hide? Saying: "Fire burns bright, fiery red Rockets soar, streaking to the sky Ice freezes and lingers in the cold But roses don't grow to be like violets" No, roses can never be like violets I visited a garden in my heart. Child-like, the butterflies flocked And flickered by my side.

Conversations with Winter by Irrelephantlovesyou, literature

Literature

Conversations with Winter

"I could spend a million years searching for a minute worth living in," she says on a cold October day. A cloud of her breath disappears on the wind and her footfalls make no sound as we glide over a trail of fallen leaves. I pause to ask, "Would you like to try?" She shakes her head, sits down on an bench made of rock. "No," she says, "because that minute would be over before I could even think to breathe." So rarely do we speak nowadays, and when we do, she brings the cold with her. It has been that way since the beginning of time, and it will be that way until the end. As I turn to take the trail back to heaven, she leaves with t

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British-Prophetess

Jan 31, 2014

Is this group still alive? I don't see any submissions being accepted.

PoeticLeo21

Dec 9, 2012

How do I put a poem on here?

pomohippie7

Sep 26, 2012

Thank you very much for the request!

Axlazu

Jun 12, 2012

Glad I was finally able to submit to the June Prompt.

SurrealGrotesque77

May 19, 2012

Hi! I run a digital magazine called the Surreal Grotesque. We publish dark surreal bizarre art and writing. Anywhere from 500 to 1500 words and artworks of all types from illustrations to digital. Future themes include: serial killers, sex & death and mutations & mutilations. We are interested in all genres from horror to scifi or dark fantasy as long as they have a bizarre or surreal aspect to them. All rights and properties remain those of the artist, we offer exposure only so we will list a link to your site for readers to visit or a store, blog, website. The first issue just came out and we have 850 reads so far and we are growing daily. If this sounds like something you might be interested in contributing to, email me at: dangrn77@hotmail.com and check out the FREE mag at: www.surrealgrotesque.com. Some amazing works here!! Please consider submitting, thank you

Vagabond-Arcadia

May 19, 2012

Thank you, we'll be sure to check it out

Metoka

Mar 23, 2012

Hello, I can't seem to find any rules here. Are the number of submissions limited?