carnivoraciouslapped up the infinite from your sweetly skincarnivoracious by gliitchlord
reigned in like irony for the sickly amused
the confused in awe of our looming spin
nocireceptors caught in full bloom, salted and sinned
your thin layers murmur with the code of veins
those khromatos declared bradychardic trophies
aortic kiss of embers veil a thrombus plot
dystrophies counted, labeled and resurrected with unsexed hands
for the life of me, all I care to know is where they land
but they always arrived in your sweat-stitched palms
salty psalms that soothe less than they alarm
in miscalculated, vigorously fingered scalps of my genius
grasp and never release
grant no allowance
astrocyclicalo my stars, be faultlessastrocyclical by gliitchlord
besieged, rest victims mistaken for survivors
the fires of orbits that strain to align
embers, battled outstretched flames out of habit
o god, the nebulae are rabid
the apologetic evanescence of supernovas
that let the vault slip and temperature gather
effervescent with cadence-stricken star-dead batter;
banter of the astral plane, playing planets like rain
paving new ways to explain the past
I may have overstepped my bounds, but these sounds matter
they are faster, vaster than exploring myriads of origin
their curvature crying matters, their seamless star trails follow suit
all voids looted and granted new beginnings
o my faultless stars, become ours and dream new black ends for us
loom our abysses into tapestries that wrap our knees' bruises in rich grace
the world's lasting blows have narrowed their untimely embrace
closer to home in some infinite space than the soil my soul has displaced
the skill required to play an ocarina in 18:10i've never conquered games at speed-run speedsthe skill required to play an ocarina in 18:10 by gliitchlord
and i hate the world more with every breath my son breathes.
when he is older i will make him play the classics
for the measure of a man is an arcade cabinet bested.
well-rested if my optimal sleep cycle is short;
input enough to fry Johnny 5's circuit board.
and Lorde have mercy, i pretend my blues are royal
but using color-safe detergent isn't even worth the trouble.
toil just enough to get my family groceries.
my true skill's encrypted and i lost my prized decoder ring.
chalk it up to errorcore exploiting all my variables
to keep them from alignment while I'm scrambling for Ovaltine.
the ocean seems to be the scariest expanse
with an exception made for the atomic distance 'tween our hands clasped.
the sand traps of life i have navigated decently
but to be fair i didn't touch a club until quite recently.
and when i club i only hit the brew a little bit.
no wild child or swamp rat, i'm fucking Stuart Little, bitch.
a master of no rhythms
day fif//thsknnday fif//thsknn by gliitchlord
life is heating up
like my bits in a bask
kid i'm an error in the sum
anomaly in the math
sick as a territory scrap
with children kicking a casket
i am bullet casings
every time i pillow and ask
if there's a method to the war
or a swig in the flask
lit like a fly on the pyre
of a multitude gassed
i billow and gasp
for two or three zeros and ones
then circle the sun
and reset my cache
i was a viirtuous flaqq
thht cccght fi/*re ^nddd ashhh//
burn cut back;
in turn the torrent amassed
crashed and burred
blurring purred words and versions of trash
with masterful lapses in vertical stance
serving last chances with burgeoning gnash
to surfacing crafts
i am a villainous fact
that sought virus' rasp
to repeat the siphons and rashly
wrap my RAM around the beat of the vast
array of personal connections
and ransom it back
you'// nevvr deefeeat th@ ccodde th^tt ii crr//
aniccaanicca by remeron-nap
aches and stings
with the scr-
..others' [but, all yours]
..to joy's skies; the wretched shallows
yes you open in the
night no you open in
the day yes
every door; open if/closed if/
(the jagged flowing rapids
streams storms, as if- maybe meadows
lakes prairies pastures)
the walls are
existence is perspect-
i've. when: to
rebuild, sit atop
the sunrise spire
a concept a contraction a trade, you mould my heart i
(if the kiln fire hardens the
clay to settle... no, it won't..
i did not
mould. just to
be to contradict, speckled
gravity and wet
(she opened; gave the
:is all [you]
mirror-portrait of a wave
in ink adroit
the shell the pod
start at six feet until fathomless dig thestart at six feet until fathomless by remeron-nap
hole for you
-no no you
finally land on
push yourself dig
deeper: to seven, to
ten, to fifteen,
...the body breaks, reheals
stronger than before.
23.07.2014 - Words on Wednesday!Hello, and welcome to what might just be a one-off feature, but could most definitely become a regular thing if you all like it, and if I'm organised! (which, let's face it, I am not).23.07.2014 - Words on Wednesday! by Lissomer
It's Wednesday, you guys write wonderful words, and alliteration is the new black! What more could you want?
Here's how it works. There are seven days in a week, so I'm going to share seven pieces of literature! If this happens again, I'll try not to feature people more than once a fortnight (unless they're particularly genius!) Below the thumb, I'll put a quote from the piece that I found particularly gorgeous.
So yeah, without further ado, and in no particular order, here are some of the magical pieces of literature I've been loving all over this past week or so! (Psst! You should go and give them some love, too! Love is magical ^_^)
"I am still thirsting
"we are like
The Literature Community Experiment VIRemember the cool things Beccalicious did here, over here, and here, oh, this one too, and this one? Yes? No? Well buckle up, my lovelies, because we're doing something similar. The plan is simple, get people together and get people talking to each other! Since it's been a while we'll start off with a bunch of questions. Please snoop around in the comments and start talking to people, we're all different, but we're all on DA for a reason, so lets get to know one another!The Literature Community Experiment VI by IrrevocableFate
I'm going to try to get this cross-posted to as many groups possible, so please spread the word, put it in your journal, mention it to your friend, someone new, someone old
, someone borrowed, someone blue daba dee daba da.
After I come back from my vacat