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It doesn’t take a lot.
Just… people.
It takes people wanting to change.
It can be done so easily.
As long as we want it to.

Change would be beautiful.

As we drop in and out, To revel in the dexterity, Please let me go finally. Please let me go. Up steps to rocky mountains, ‘Feeling strong now’. Calculated and precise, ‘Getting strong now’. I’ll fly by from time to time, Check on your progress. You could get a ticket to anywhere, With the freedom y...

The clock’s stopped and you’ve slammed it again. I feel so big in this steel capsule the journey ends with a bang not a Whimper but if you stop now you’re dead in the water so Don’t look back because they’re waiting for the light in your eyes. Just keep accelerating. Red and blue Makes my appetite g...

thanks for the advice!

rp

No, fortunately I'm not! Though I certainly feel better after letting out some 'hot weather touchiness'. A classic case of writing being a therepeutic exercise!

In this instant, momentary lapses are common place, Placating feelings I don’t know them without what we came for. Yet as I wander into it, You wander in too. I feel like driving a nail through your eye. I feel like ripping out your veins with my teeth. I feel like snipping the cords that keep you t...

thanks for the comments, yes, you're spot on with the fact dropping - I'm cack-handed when it comes to subtlety - still trying to work on it! the "am" stanza was supposed to weave in some kind of sense that the narrator is slowly disintegrating - it's quite awful dialogue really - trying t...

Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived. Henry VIII is sitting on the glass coffee table under a can of tuna. His motto was “Coure Loyall”. True heart. Sipping Jack Daniels. Sitting in a big red chair. Shitting in a white bathroom. The dead growl shivers beneath toes, dip hands into t...

hey,

'Mammon' in this piece is the middle ages terminology for the demon of avarice, richness and injustice.

the poem tries to highlight the naivety of organised religion when it comes to the universe outside of our world.

thanks for the posting!

ric

There is no paradigm for this, except visible clenched teeth and Fingers in mine as we steer against each other we throw the bullshit Out the window and become the motion and rhythm ‘cause This can be eternity, unless we stop in our Little pleasant way to argue each others position. But what they co...

The red planet is my forearm in cosine breathings. Exhale in the perfunctory, thoughtful for The brown into white towards Orion, Burnt by rays past Dioscuri, Ebbed by days in the eighty-eight constellations, Resuscitating pastured land through What we come to discern as trust; That the skin can resi...

yeah I certainly am! it's kind of an amalgamation of narcissus the god, narcissi the flower (daffodil) and an ex-girlfriend. but yes, you're right, it's indeed a touch messy in the middle and I'm going to edit stanza's to fit the piece a little better. trial and error I guess.

cheers!

What starts with a bang, ends with an atom Science began us, science ends us The things we do to each other In spite of each other What does jingoism matter When we need each other A statue remains pointlessly where nothing alive stands A bedpost lies uselessly amongst eternal insomniacs The clouds ...

Decadents piled upon warmongers The sweeping gestures made towards dying motherland These are the seeds amongst wild bypasses Titular when indefinably gorgeous Nature’s greatest carousel revolves between life and death A single riff Is all that’s needed? As it whistles tears are spread across nation...

To Narcissi this means nothing Not worth the smallest glance I cry because To Narcissi this died before it blossomed Pools gather to gaze on your words Your circumference broadens as they tell stories Self reflections they’ve come to see within you Hand scribbled notes remember Joyfully they’ll foll...

cheers,

yes, I didn't really want to put anything in the title, but was slightly concerned that the piece was a touch too vague - good call though, I'll try an edit or two.

rp

That implausible light in front of it with the angelic reversals. Differing hues, impartial tones, luminous beam. It’s flowing within and around me again, And it all begins with the sacrificial burning throat. Once again to become ethereal, One more time given the chance of cornering mysticism. Plea...

agree with Soundless Fall on expanding on the darkness of the piece, although I personally think it's good to see poets rhyming once in a while - doesn't hurt anybody! my favourite line was probably "Such gentle form belies all sense, As manufactured fancies tense" - just very neat and con...

very clever piece of writing - loved the third verse, especially "Though, no transsexuals or tramps were counted among them." I'm not sure if it was supposed to be slightly humourous or not but I certainly enjoyed reading it - suppose taking ones own interpretation is the point anyway. nic...

Two days ago I found this house and It’s my house now yes I know they Don’t always come at night-time but they Always come when you’re asleep so I just don’t sleep at all I can’t say I know how it started I said I Don’t know how it fucking started and its never going to stop because there’s No-one a...

Space Exploration: Shuttle Bang & Chemistry near the Unknown White shading gleans the surface area clean Pristine numerical readouts bore me I tell them we are Almost plagued by human nature They (the squadron) miss the serene and uncomplicated mission The divisions crawled into this when we pa...

Crazy thoughts of alligators and mudslides Strapped into blue catacombs It’s the greatest feeling that can be vilified And the coldest torment Splayed out on the dull grey marble The shiver creeps slowly internal and derisory Leant over to whisper in your ear The consequences of what we did I’m stil...

Chose to cast aside what we thought you knew It’s understandable you are in peril when under fire As prey is to a circling enemy Rippling along the surface the shudder of time running away Creaking and stretching To break through and release us The key is singular and decisive Locked in this epiphan...