The stream (all workshops)
I hear the whispers
chanting a rhyme,
I see the shadows
morphing in time
I trace the vellum
covering my heart,
I touch the beat
it wrest me apart
I watch the night
the stars start to dance,
coiled starlight rapping
my mind is entranced
Then Nephthys appeared
I was gobsmacked in awe,
she held my arm gently
and ignored all my flaws
On through the mists
I was moving to song,
gyrating and gasping
breath was withdrawn
Of ocean-blue; the Invite
Of woodland-green; into Abyss
Of background-gray; warning of the Risk.
Involved in stepping closer
without asking permission.
Involved in yearning
for forests and the seas
that form your shape, veiled in questions.
And gaps, filled with made-up answers.
Fear not; I remain here
A step away, even, maybe?
Fear not; pretend, I can:
Gray is all there ever was to see.
But dare you look at me and watch me dive;
I swim your waters, insanely free.
*Content Warning*
This poem reflects on themes that may be distressing to some readers
Speak Up
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
Speak up
A young girl with the biggest dreams
Needs just one person to believe
So she will grow up knowing
She is capable of anything
And she could be the first woman
On the moon
So, chase your wildest dreams so loudly
Sinew, was your name,
Blood of wires,
Ball joints, metal frame.
mechanical whirring when you turn your head.
what a disgusting face
Every morning, putting on your metal mask
Stagnant, stone like,
before you leave the house,
Melting away into the crowd,
click, click, click
gears that move in sync,
but never go Anywhere.
So putridly loud.
Your flesh is only vines on
silver bones.
Don't you miss your home?
That steel veil
cuts into your
remember
being broken by funerals -
memorials -
homes guttered with ash -
fences, sheds, lives broken, collapsed -
lost dogs starving-
I wept - crow-garbed-
longing to wear red -
boots, silk, bracelets and blouses -
fripperous skirts hemmed with joyful intent -
dresses for dancing, not endless death -
remember that long gulp of alcohol,
in the pause between weeping -
and inevitable cake
and round faced women
who understood grieving -
When cloud bursts, a girl grows sour, in seduction,
Her beauty surrendered to charmed introduction.
He plucks a string, the orchestra pulls tight, she breaks,
Gloved strum, sheds armour, she quivers, she shakes.
Steel striking spear, shaft tight with blood,
To fill her womb, the virgin flood.
Climax grips body, rigid in spasm,
Will the meadow grow foetus in her chasm.
Each birthday brings me closer
to ineluctable, inescapable, inexorable... demise,
whereby I gently (albeit mentally) Italicize
soon yours truly will wrestle with mortality
impossible mission to challenge grim reaper,
also known as Thanatos,
(the actual Greek personification Death)
in Greek Mythology
cuz she/he who will optimize
transmutation of once
garden variety living flesh to visualize
absolute zero breath
roughly approximated every night
when yours truly
lays his head down to rest.
With a single notion
I feel a fever,
transported a lifetime
with hour glassed seconds
my hip cupped nirvana
the texture
of your lips
brushed shivers
into the spine
of my soul
the strength
of calloused hands
rouged red
every line, curve
and valley
licking my lips
I taste the evocation
this essence throbs
through my core,
I shudder
in some moments
quiddity is measured
by the minutes, hours
and days until
the next time
safe in my environment
way back in the day,
when a man had the power
to veto Venus's play...
we strove to suppress
the women in our lives
keep her in chains
wed them, make them all wives.
the end of an innocence
siphoning off her free will
she'll wear my collar
because that is the drill!
*eddy styx is my MALE, murderous alter ego who writes dark poetry.
Suspended in viscose elixir
Tormented by time
Recounted, the past assaults me
Watching in rewind
All the hurt and shame, a fire
In which, I’m now consumed
All the demons, from their graves
Expeditiously exhumed
Hand in hand, this haunted dance
Stillness, early morning hours
Secret ghosts I kept recluse
Begin to bloom like wild flowers
Sullen rains extinguished flames
Cinders of a life that burned
Through this blanket of grey ash
Tender green of life returns
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