#riotpoetry

[origami-houses]

You were so full of love

when we met

that I didn't notice

the white ants

tearing your house down

from the inside out.

- G.L. Angelone

[themyriad]

We're back.

With love

The Myriad

[ossian-bard]

Despite everything

The utter need

To create

Remains.

Like the body

In a sarcophagus

I must

Express

Poignantly

Punctiliously

Perfectly

This personage

Endowed by divine.

Regardless of

Eating

Drinking

Or working

I always find myself

Standing before the blank slate

With a word well

Conscripted to my cause

To just make a powerful

Voice

Into an

Vacuous

Void.

[empathyundertow]

Yukinari

Small town text Is all you get Hello reader Regardless if we have met each other or are strangers to the barrier of the screen One thing is for certain binds us I’ve cursed a nostalgia on you As the words you read bring about some kind of emotion You could say you can describe it I could say the same I’m not sure I wont tell you you’re wrong My eyes have fooled me before I apologize Because as an old man recounts history As you listen There is a gentle ping in the heart That doesn’t always feel good I’m not sure how you feel but every day I’ve been becoming something else Completely different from the first and last Defying the spectrum Ouroboros transformation As the never-ending self-depreciating hunger Meets the desire to romanticize the self I once made you shed a tear I apologize This was a terrible Winter for the eyes

[darlinngninawrites]

this is no delicate falling, no easy descent but ive fallen before, ive collapsed through this hole I recognize before me the all too familiar door that sways and swings forth

something happens and I have to start all over -would you like to begin the recovery process? No. break into the yolk, spill the matter never splatter pray to a different god, the one who controls the weather pray for the loudest thunder to drown the cries of your mother elevator, elevator – wrong floor, wrong floor

I wanna to scream so loudly because I need you to talk to me. Sometimes I dont recognize everything around me and I cant find myself through the looking glass – a broken glass. Only broken dreams can be wrought from a broken temporality. Im not searching for myself, I just want to hold her.

[collaborationofhimandher-blog]

The Beast and the Coffin

“My bed is a coffin 

and I’m sinking deeper into it

until there will be nothing left

besides my bones”

[gingerquakes]

Lately

Bruised, battered, broken

It's been a long time coming

I'm holding fast to the ground

Unsteady from rebirth

Bursting from the scars

I am the whirlwind of colors

The rush of adrenaline

I am the heat deep in the coals

The crackle in the kiss of fire

I am the rumble of the storm

Bellowing from the heart of thunder

I've carried the weight

I've held in the pain

I've broken free of my chains

I'm facing my demons

Calling them to the stage

Wanna play a game?

[charliewykes]

organic countdowns

The creative conundrum of tundra breaks Delving into summoned wonderments Shrunken into maddening ruefulness Through notices of pro-bonafide executions Where executive permissions seeded out Inundated thunder’s perplexed ink Procuring cracks measured countenance Sectioning off organized connections  

[fruitfulodyssey]

Your patience is phenomenal, cracked ribs & a soar throat from protests you're coated in spiritual monuments representing moments the divine made contact to produce something magical, with all the rush in the world your still like stars in their sockets that I wanted to capture you like angels sculpted in the Vatican, such exposure forced ya to tame your posture but your glory refused to submit to the addiction of feeling hopeless your worth it so you waited.

When emotions ran violent like storms hitting the shore to overcome the soil deep within the forest to root up any beauty planted to compliment you, you embraced the rain that bathed you, it poured like heavenly showers in spring & beat you like the whips of winter, you persevered & words you did not utter, when the gardens around you decayed into oblivion to summon a black hole, you held on to a burden of lies that your affections are cursed as the concept of your essence invite the idea you aren't whole, surely you would be doomed, it was inevitable that after the lunar eclipse no tears would remain leaving the chambers of your heart vacant rooms, & this would be your end prophesied by foreign gods to suffocate in the thickness of absence welcoming darkness as your demons... you waited.

You waited, although you were the anomaly awaiting execution to restore order to a foolish ideal of balance as this world tip toed willingly into chaos, your feet would not be moved nor did your thoughts waiver it catered to Immortality unchanging you stood as the spine that supported the truth of us, & your emotions were like a delicate stone pieced in the foundation the universe was built upon, that the collision of rogue stars had no impact on dark matter you mattered so you could not be erased by man nor celestial wars, that your brown pigmented canvas is proof that Atlantis resided on land but vanished due to blue eyed bandits who viewed your beauty as madness, but those shackles could not hold the God inside you that you glowed in visions that placed you back on a throne so you waited.

patientiam operatur (perseverance)

[ossian-bard]

Distant

dusts

drifting

Dangerously

down

dark

Domains

dawning

dormant

Dynasties

drowned

deep

In septic wounds left from the tearing of the veil,

The wall of sleep corroding into a collision of constellations.

Yet here upon argent scrying glass I seek to conjure confidence

To confirm my existence in the something infirm.

Rhea moon

image

[origami-houses]

To tell you the truth,

what I really craved

was to be loved so much

that I didn't need to be perfect.

I just didn't know

that love

had to come from within.

- G.L. Angelone

[themyriad]

Feed my insanity.

With love,

The Myriad

[ossian-bard]

[empathyundertow]

Glass Angel

Inside these walls Is a quiet noise that stabs my soft flesh from every angel A curse gifted to me beyond my knowledge Alone, but there is you Smooth in stature and wings solid Your very singing would deafen the noise and I would be at peace There was a time years went by and you wouldn’t speak You didn’t know why Neither did I You’ve began to muster the strength to do whispers As I’ve seen with the silence hurting and breaking you For the once solid mineral of your skin I thought unbreakable Breaks infront of me as we both stay helpless in our prison and for some reason my voice only makes the noise last longer Though, I have found a way I have moved closer as I bleed To keep your pieces together I will have my blood be the glue to keep you whole As a thank you for saving my life You are scared to sing, I know My vision fades in this silence I hope You will say something So we don’t both shatter in the confines of this void We were meant to meet I believe that was destined, but if the fates were meant for us to die together My arms and heart would defy every second of that and feeling your cold touch I’m hoping you feel that way deep down Even though I don’t know the lyrics to your song sung long ago Even if you only look at me with a weak smile and though I struggle between trying to keep this life close with the pain at bay for as long as I can with all my strength My prayer is it isn’t enough to break you before this room does I pray You have a song that will last forever Sung from the ink of my body I hope it is soon

[darlinngninawrites]

Silence is never absolute but I lay my head on your chest and with your heartbeat the world goes  mute. Spouts of rulers can never reach us in the nebulous heights we rest on. Lover of mine, child of the sun, I fall into your benevolent open arms when I am weary. You are the home I've never known. You are the featherbed on which I rest my bones.

There is a world outside I am missing on with careless disregard laid so freely here perched against your satin skin. You and I were cast up in abstraction, molded out of riddles – materialized only in the bravery of our paces.

Come with your eager, tender lips. Come with your hands that are equipped – mapping, tracing pads that outline every inch. Come kneel at the heels of my body that is an alter. My body which offers sustenance and redemption. Bring your body as an offering to my body that is a starved and yearning beast. Lovers in sacrilege. Let us partake in this unholy ceremony. Let us dine. Let us feast.

[collaborationofhimandher-blog]

Distance from the Moon

“ “I hate that you never speak,” you scream

and I have nothing to say

proving your point of my muteness to your emotions

but it was just muteness and not deafness”