#Guillotine: Poems

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Desire with no future, bitter longing — I starve myself by yearning for intimacy that doesn't and won't exist.

Eduardo C. Corral, Autobiography of My Hungers, from "Guillotine: Poems" (2020)

[elmp]

Test The Guillotines

String them up, flay to

The bone, cook over low heat,

Eat the fucking rich.

[carpe-noctem-bitchess]

I ignored all the signs under the surface, refused to accept the truth behind the curtains, drunk on our love as how dictators drown in their power, and I faced the consequences while you grinned from the crowds. your love was the looming guillotine hanging above my head, but what they didn't see behind their pity was that i gladly fell into your arms in the end.

[cjoatprehn]

I did this during today’s @poetryorchard Kiki’s Delivery Service Creative Writing Workshop. This was incredibly fun to put this together. In fact it wasn’t too long after the workshop ended that I rushed to make this graphic and pair it with this speedpaint and artwork.

@a-captions-blog

Update with Spoken Poetry video

There’s a small bit of mutual aid under the read more. So if you’re able to, please view it.

I have to donate plasma soon for my initial this upcoming Wednesday, could you share this and if you have a dollar to spare please give?

[autumnsorrows]

For I am the bird and the cage

I am the first glimmer of a roaring lava yet the decaying flesh of a devoured corpse

I'm the ashes of the ravaged throne yet the embers razing the entire kingdom

I'm the fleeting moments of insanity yet the consuming lucidities of eternity

I'm the last drop of water parched unto the droughten land yet the untamable waves of the boundless ocean

I am a myriad of Twilight skies yet the daunting thunders of midnight dusks

I'm the everlasting wretch experiencing eternal glee yet another damned creature searching for solace in a kaleidoscope of blues.

-m

[carpediembitchess]

time machine transport me back to the time when paper cutters could shred hearts for atleast then the holes in my butterfly wings would be for reason would be with purpose wouldn't be in vain time machine transport me back to the time when one would be beheaded for committing terrible atrocities for atleast then my sins would repeal the bullet holes in your head would be justified would be punished would be guillotined for having to rest between two polar blades is better than this deafening silence

[tragicvirgo]

"I spent a lifetime trying to wake up and be mean. But I will never believe That I belong to the side with the guillotine. (You should eat the rich Even if that includes me)"

HEREDITARY, I Would Leave Me If I Could, Halsey

[kellylynncurry]

No jury, no judge You executed me. Swift. The Guillotine snapped You did not allow a second to Give me piece of mind. — Kelly Lynn Curry

From the book In This Flesh

[sexyrasputin]

in reference to the French Revolution execution device and Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem ��Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” Bastille’s “Weight of Living Pt 1” and “Weight of Living Pt 2” and probably Taylor Swift’s “The Albatross” are also in my thought process

pls reblog for bigger sample size

[arcanumb]

Guillotine— Sol Rios

[slxthserenade]

Spring passes just as quickly as it approached, right inbetween my fingers, yet the ink still runs through the quill’s end as surely as the blood in my veins.

In just two months. June’s end. Where will we be ? Are you yet another fleeting spring to be quietly added onto my shelf, left to collect dust ? Yet another fleeting spring, to wordlessly line the seventeen others beside it ? Spitefully ornate collection.

Yet another spring. Is it you ? Is it me ? Is there such a thing as us ? The questions are endless and poetry has run its course. After all, what are words to the only one who has left me speechless ? How do I return to quill’s sharp cold when your warmth still lingers on my hand ?

I know, I ask for what’s not mine. Selfishly, I ask for your image not to fade from my mind, for my verses not to lose their colour. Even more selfishly, I ask for you to stay. It isn’t an eternal spring I yearn for, no. It’s to see you by my side, to see how summer lights up the brown of your hair, how the December frost colours your cheeks red, how the autumn wind makes your eyes close. How spring and all its shades decorate your hair, as I place flowers on your pretty waves.

[arunparia]

The Cobra Eaters

Hanoi, 2022

When it’s cut from the body with one chop, in Hang Ha Noi restaurant, the king cobra’s severed head yawns. In the death dream, the fangs come out to bite, then hide inside the sleeping jaws. The headless body leaps high from the metal pan, gets tangled with the wiggling tail. Minutes later, it’s skinned, slit with kitchen knife, dripping blood into a plastic cup.

It’s still alive. In a way we’re alive when we recuse the body to sleep, tuck our fangs in in a helpless yawn, poison hid in the nook of the heart. The sleeping torsos jerk at the thud of a chop, thump the ground with a fuming tail: when we cobra eaters crawl in the hollow of the night slowly serpentine between dream and death.

(The poem was first published in Issue 15 of HeartWood Literary Magazine: http://www.heartwoodlitmag.com/the-cobra-eaters , and then in Outlook: https://www.outlookindia.com/culture-society/five-poems-about-people-across-the-world-weekender_story-328626)

[waste-and-want]

🌀

Every moment is past tense.

As soon as we begin,

we spiral toward an ending.

Only nostalgia can make a guillotine glisten.

[cjoatprehn]

Yooooo Spoken Poetry Video, if yall could watch through, like and/or comment (even emotes are okay!) on my YouTube videos and Shorts, it would mean a lot.

I’m really proud of this one. Hehehehe.

[runn0ft]

DARMODY FAMILY CURSE

BOARDWALK EMPIRE APPRECIATION WEEK Day 4 - Favorite Dynamic: Nucky Thompson and the Darmodys

1. Boardwalk Empire “Friendless Child” 5x7 || 2. Rachel McKibbens, Blud || 3. Boardwalk Empire “Friendless Child” 5x7 || 4. Ilya Kaminsky, A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on It’s Way to the Neck || 5. Walton Ford “Gleipnir” || 6. Boardwalk Empire “A Dangerous Maid” 2x3 || 7. Mitch Albom, For One More Day || 8. Boardwalk Empire “Friendless Child” 5x7 || 9. Gillian Darmody, Boardwalk Empire “What Does the Bee Do?” 2x4 || 10. Boardwalk Empire “What Does the Bee Do?” 2x4 || 11. Dead Sea Scroll 4Q184 || Boardwalk Empire “To the Lost” 2x12 || 12. Mary Shelley, Frankenstein || 13. Boardwalk Empire “Bone for Tuna” 3x3 || 14. Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? || 15. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8 || 16. Alfred Mac Adam, Introduction of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey || 17. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8 || 18. Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It || 19. Boardwalk Empire “Friendless Child” 5x7 || 20. Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It || 21. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8 || 22. “Meridian, Last Night” by TJ Jarett || 23. Boardwalk Empire “Two Boats and a Lifeguard” 2x8 || 24. Unknown Source || 25. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8 || 26. Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems || 27. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8 || 28. Lisel Mueller, Why We Tell Stories || 29. Boardwalk Empire “Eldorado” 5x8

all gifs by @fancykraken​

[cursed-and-haunted]

web weaving for a story I'm working on

the torn-up road, richard siken / the worm king's lullaby, richard siken / brute: poems, emily skaja / interview with a falling angel, gregory orr / grief lessons, anne carson / @/meerschweinchen1993 / moby dick, herman melville / a city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck, ilya kaminsky / in heaven everything is fine, ilya kreydun / blud, rachel mckibbens / bleed for us, thomas broomé / white is for witching, helen oyeyemi / orestes, euripides (tr. anne carson) / anecdote of the pig, tory adkisson / judas’ gift, adam phillips / this man was shot 0.9502 seconds ago, david lynch / wishbone, richard siken / pitchcanker / the old man and the sea, earnest hemingway /  letters from medea, salma deera / before the court, aleksandr blok / sign of the times, harry styles / wolf in white van, john darnielle / the oersteia, aeschylus