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Literature
constellation gossip blog
blow down,
mountain shiver echoes
into caverns.
low, terrain
warns: seas love
spirals over waves.
they name them
artemis, dionysus,
janus, demeter,
in vain.
they curse them the same:
this one's fingers bend,
this one's ladder shakes,
this one's indisposed,
this one's never been called back,
this one's shamed.
slow down.
whirls cause purging
after such mad
churning
and those gods' names
can't cover
the earth.
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betrial
hand as blade’s lament,
vexing through disastered armament
does flutter slight as heed of gasps
from those giv’n rapture’s shudder.
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Literature
ioflux
lavish, the error
sways in manufactured breezes,
beating our chests
against slabs pristine.
passions should be
immortal, but precipitation
doth reign supreme.
what does it mean
for the subatomic
to bond? does the universe
ever feel green?
seas sick with envy
purge a world's worth
of output freezes;
what can be read
from a blacked-out screen?
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mill key weigh
dizzying avenue of restrained stars
skips the vinyl immaculate
and begins war with
old laments.
bends just so,
asks in slow and steady
constellations:
what are we but
prone to sense?
the floating tends to
fallen, weary, and proud alike,
offers purity
despite worlds'
dissent.
let it be this
simple, as soft as
the flutter of your eyelids
when your day
is spent.
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driftwould
come and be absolved;
all the earth cannot speak.
i don't ask
what you can
give.
here in the afterspeech
we can be honest as
skin, eager as eve
to begin.
live,
all that i ever request
and will die for,
smile wide at the morning
again and again.
come and be
quiet,
all the earth
cease.
i don't ask.
what can i
give?
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Literature
underside of the tightrope
cling to that
light, it is fleeting
as warmth. it grows,
the dark.
it shows,
your lack of knowing.
it sings in your blush,
hits all the high notes
with a voice that
ripples.
stipulations on
the validity of this
dimension,
one plane can't envision
the under.
wonder and terror
echo the same,
when you touch the void
it learns your name.
it yearns to maim,
this undoer, this
gorger of
the unlucky sweet.
tucks teeth
around the softening,
sucks down
the screams.
the dreams
of the rest
are waking.
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newtant
sawteeth in cursive extension
across an ivory desert
leave trails of bruises;
new depressions
undermining oases.
let the slip catch,
invite the gazes to linger.
the nondescript ash,
only those with fame are remembered.
i shove my face in a blender
and let the rip wash over,
if a galaxy awaits
i'll take the fifth cab over
any bridge.
brace for the glassing expression
and toss my ire to heaven.
lost in the tires squealing,
metal screaming,
this isn't ocean.
get a grip, splash
dire, it's a blaze from the kindling
within my chest. grasp
fire, slow from flaming to ember.
i'm stuck in phase with no end,
sure waves equipped to fasten floaters.
if a galaxy awaits
i'll take the glitch.
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the order of the undulating
i.
it is the snap of a vein
devoting blood to the surface,
worshipping air as release
before quickly bowing in service
to harsher things;
i've felt the canines' impact,
it never fades.
i've yet to break my holy back
but i have strained.
there's a wrist that i'd never snap
but when the bark twists blades
i call it grace.
ii.
it is the snag of avenues
devoid of budding incursions.
your lip and hair are in breeze,
your wick is blowing, imperfect,
your stars estrange;
no telling how the skies react
to the rearrange.
you better mistake no action
for dismay.
don't wish for an epitaph
but when the dark invades
it'll call your name.
iii.
it isn't savage in view,
devout as brotherly serpents.
courtship unfairly increased
a boorish fidget and surplus
of parchment claimed;
compelling is a dangerous tactic
to contain,
it settles in, taking holes and cracks
the same.
each whip of it never lasts
but then the mark remains
and calls you blame.
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nearly a dozen blinking lights
there are no corners of the earth
that are removed from my vision,
the only caveat thus far
is of physicial division.
and i can stop breath;
don't run until i tell you to run.
i keep a locket
secured in wondering lunge.
you have to know that i know that
you could be gone in a moment,
but i hope you know that i know that
i wouldn't ever give up hope.
and i won't stop yet,
there are moments that i feel faint
but i will object
to any attempts to negate.
there are stranger things around us
than connections and focus.
peel back the skin and the sound
and reap the penitent lotus.
i can only be a conduit,
my hubris is showing.
there's not a chill in the air
but all my feeling is going.
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horricane
can’t speak past the flood

reigning, its throne room

shudders with calamities

precipitating. o, praise

the shorter bones,

they prestidigitate a drought

unheard. and when the

mouth is opened,

it’s blood.
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Literature
breath of the winter few
colder still,
the welcome crisp
flatters,
takes matters of state
and solidifies,
breaks down and synthesizes
after.
one wake
then another,
no incentive
for stasis.
colder still,
it builds in the veins
and brilliantly frames
in refrain beloved.
everything touched
shines brighter.
one hymn
then another,
in wonder,
ekphrasis.
colder, but still
evermore.
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whirlfool
i.
i set that totem
to task,
spun with full intent
to be there
when it stopped.
watched
as it wobbled,
danced slow across
the old tabletop.
listened to it find
its way, weaving
new grains from
thin airs.
mesmerized myself
with the sight and sound
of infinity.
ii.
outside it grew
louder; the evening
cawed. i could
not pay attention
past the eons.
ears bled,
clawed by the
echoes. the streets
gave to alleyways
each sharpened
alarm.
here set
a shell, man
once given pulse.
here breathed no person,
no remnant,
none.
iii.
wonder
where i left that
totem
if it spins now
in error
or if it fell
with my crest.
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maple's assurance
i.
dewed,
it aches.
gold of veins
flexes, strands
weave and flows
lock. not a trace
wasted, no regret
or energy lost.
drape of cloth
joins, keeps time
frozen, glows soft.
prime roses and
floating hemlock.
ii.
rude not,
it's patient
and positive.
latent and obvious,
pained but absolvent.
the dangerous
claw of endangered
aplomb,
the angels
pour psalms
o'er the caustic.
iii.
drink the same
when the morning comes,
there is no option.
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ghosts of everything
in the dead
they hide—
small truths
of lost time—
tucked quiet
in rims of eyes
long blind.
no flight,
they're denied
souls' exeunt.
they silently
stifle their
quietus cries.
aligned as
stars, and as
distant. shooting
up from slighted veins,
looting each corpse
of its shine.
in the dead
of the night
we find:
all truths
expire.
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United States
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.

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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2017   Writer
Your poems continue to give me life Charles, I love your new user icon, and hope you're doing well!
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I HOPE YOU''RE DOING WELL YOU REMARKABLE LOVELY PERSON 
SORRY FOR BEING SO ABSENT LATELY 
I MISS YOU <3
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ahhHH it's been so long since i spoke to you, how are you doing? :heart:
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Hey there, Incredible work ( :
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