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working knowledge of my self-destructive nature
oh bright color splash
fashioned into quartered aspen,
have you since then
grasped what i meant?
last spent
at the altar of forgive-me-my-sins,
casket closed
with a mirror built in.
grass trashing in a light wind,
callous breezes gasping up cellar hymns.
sink spits hallowed,
all hours lit in bright mix
of tallow and chorus resplendent.
your hollow passions
have been
rescinded.
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settle dawn
crow back your adorations,
i've vined deep
through abyss lamentations
and breached space stations.
i've spit heresy
down nebulaic throats,
lathed poignancy
from ashed bark and fallacy.
barbaric, i'm no salve.
insolvency and atrophy
prevailing, dark ptolemy
swallowing the epicycles path.
choke back your impatience,
i've not earned
your perfect radiance;
i'm a virus in the matrix.
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adawnis
made of bated breaths,
drifted wood,
and moons slanted;
you make anew
the dew enchanted.
they gasp up
in ask of expanses,
pray mantis-like,
break their wrists-
pliancy supplanted
by pleas.
passions in creased stamen
dance absentmindedly,
braids and abdomens
phasing in and out
of ecstasy.
ever we exit these ebbs
and breathe fully;
stay free, unruly
in light.
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tech node
rash as dawn's splash
in the vast yawning ocean,
clashing with drawn out motions
from last night.
gasp, i'll not task
washed lungs with breaths
deeper; taciturn masters
ask naught of staunch fright.
sweeping out, tide pulls
creeping. night leeches those
spider-bite peaces from
riot geared luddites.
gaps in weary flaxen beings
abdomens' cramp. speeding absently
down back roads and passionately
bleeding for the crash.
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purse scent
i.
builds with
a grumble,
low and dark and
sure to grieve,
not in the east
but contained in
a fault of gold.
donned slaughter
fits like a second
or hundredth
skin,
so royal are
the hues within!
cloth brittle,
each of adam's offspring
staring down that abyss:
don't make me
end you.
waste of liability
cursing each new forehead,
one day you'll bear
this cross.
ii.
built on the
slumber of the
cold and marked
and heaving.
a knot in the east
maintains
a halting hold.
sons and daughters
grift like lepers
under lost
skin,
so toil the
refuse of men.
hospitals
unseat the atoms, rot gleams
warily into that abyss.
slow breaks
upend truth.
waif thighs crave stability,
pursuing proof of stead.
one day you'll wear
us raw.
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stigma tales
handle on the present
stabbing through the palm.
no qualms with the wound,
kiss saints' feet still.
pages in flames
flutter ash into ground water.
no slaughter prouder than
hell's gnashed will.
crashed brilliant on asphalt,
sparks from wrist bones
christen scars with absolving names
meant for thrones.
furtive grip
on a handle
ensconced
in thorns.
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lagged breath
when the tachycardia
kicks up, dust
unsettles, trust falters,
lungs undulate
again.
god damn it all
i am no mend,
no mention of misery's
deception and
chagrin.
i'm inescapable
but only skin,
devoid of unction
and kneading mechanism.
i'm seamless, an
irregular fibrillation
stuck wailing to
the rhythm of
a failing
stent.
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piquenest
atop, ashine!
the spirit flies beyond
and clasps hands
in exultation.
tell me how it is
that radiance
came to smile?
how it issues forth,
pure doctrine!
how the form drips
gratefully aware,
love brazen as the sun's stare
reflecting on still waters.
whisper now,
that shimmering tone carries
farther than your glory
somehow!
atop, astride,
an avalanche euphoric.
once the blessing,
now the blessed
and adorning.
how is it
that you've
been this styled?
how is this a moment
true, a time held,
an immutable
proof?
the forming wrought stunning glare,
intersecting in choirs.
crisp and low
the simmering tongue tarries
rather celebratory
for now.
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faux scope
spin your arm quick
about mine, about time.
step synchronized,
one year, two year,
five. keep pressure
alive, stay future's
designs. claim every
moment in spiral. i'm
no bullet but the rotation
maintains the truth.
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lamb led
i have this pile of uncooked flesh
i've been harboring, asked of myself
when my plans were forgotten.
dropped the pretense with the bottle
and felt it all break simultaneous.
asked myself why, how did i let loose
the arrows of acheron, who convinced me
that the tips should be raw? wrote down
the answers i received then spit
on the empty pages. what good is fire
if i've been ash from the beginning?
where are those anchors i carved
from my eyeteeth? all of this time
sees my arrogance spoil. i've wrought
nothing good in the passages.
look on the absent flame, let haunted
fliicker be warning. i have this pile
and nothing beyond it. all of the shards
found a home in my larynx. pulled out
the broadheads in haste without liquoring
the wounds. void of notebooks speaks
in growls. can't keep my bite on the shore.
burning out, i am this pile
of flesh that can't.
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enginecutter
when you move up
out of atmo
i'm in awe
and horror.
your color fades
and flames
rise quicker
than mercury.
certainly all
apexes blaze out,
all ligaments raw
in the moonlight.
no momentum
breaks the barrier
of self-limitation.
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four chambers
i.
open your casket to me;
i am a fog that devours.
there are not enough hours
left upon earth.
shamble of the loveless
fills lead air, it's ominous.
all of us stare.
ii.
waves crash in open mouths.
i am three thirds saltwater
and one gasp from coral.
but i feel the bloat,
there are parts of me
that make me weightless.
i'd hate to miss out
on the seafloor.
iii.
holiness lashes out,
overtures clash in emergency rooms.
iambs return in surges,
serpentine. flow intravenous
and curse with purpled skin.
death is there, it's horrible.
all of us swear.
iv.
wavering ashes test speech,
the sound rasps all it touches.
i'm wondering when i can
die. i only have eyes
to pretend i am human,
only have irises square.
may seem quiet and careful
but trust,
i'm patiently wishing
for seizure.
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pill errs
i.
grind me into stardust
with an effortless spur
and spin, your revolutions
dig into your skin.
i'm seeping in, particles
of meaning lost, fleeting as
the posture of the oppressed,
grieving the cross
of your lifeline and my loss.
ii.
raw still, i don't disperse
without fight. your mouth
flows powder, enamel and spine
crushed. cheeks flushed,
temperature rising. now
you're realizing that i
am a cataclysm born of
distrust.
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char ribs
half a limb at best,
she's asking.
pawing at the trunk
of a lightning-blessed tree.
spare me
moments, mere seconds of
temporal freedom
and i swear that i'll
never leave.
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impulsive courses
can taste your apprehension
but can't honor it,
too late to hold
my machinery
at bay.
i
may have
made something
despicable out of
my bones. out of my mind
with gears ground rash and
alone.
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gravity pools
here the waves are
sharper now,
crests like icarus
and falls darker
somehow.
here the years of progress
amplify the crippling flaws.
here are deafened ears
and broken jawbone shards.
here are all the kingsmen
clawing their clansmen to ribbons,
flying them high
as noon.
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charles
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gliitchlord, aka charles, is an American poet and mythist. Since 2006 he has poured out 1500+ poems with subjects ranging from teenage unrequited love to dense sci-fi ascensions to godhood. His approach to language has been called painterly, his phrasing a broad brushstroke of emotions and concrete imagery woven together. His rhythmic free-verse is simultaneously approachable and obtuse, honest yet secretive.

When he is not writing, Charles proudly continues his tradition of being The Worst. He also enjoys video games and hates writing about himself.
i don't care how you do it.

i don't care if you write 30 pieces in one day. i don't care if you only write one piece. i don't even care if everything you write is a haiku (audible grimace).

april is shut up and write it down because you have words in you and those words are a valid and unique perspective of human experience and emotion — month so join a group for themes or make a list yourself or heck even wander past  gliitchmonth.deviantart.com/ and steal some prompts (they are free) and get some ink/pixels out of your system.

i mean seriously if none of this seems like a good way to get started message me directly and i'll improv you a set of themes and when you tell me that they all suck then i'll try again and we will make something work okay write one thing and call the month a success even if that thing is "god gliitch is insufferable / block him and be / free"

please?

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RJBG Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017
Hey there, Incredible work ( :
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happy birthday dear friend! may your gliitches ever grow gliitchheart 
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blanketings Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2017   Writer
happy birthday!! i hope you have a wonderful day! <3
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Happy birthday, dearheart. :heart:
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Happy birthday! <3  Birthday Cake  
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