Making Outsiders Insiders
I look outside this layer of glass, And find what I can see. I regard waves of light in their infinite mass, And in them I see me Me? I ask. Who is this person? He is a creature like the rest; he consumes space and time. How is his condition? Is it bad, will it worsen? I think now and again; he must hear familiar bells chime. If I can hear such bells, then I know I have air. It makes its way to my cerebrum, creating…
Read MoreA lioness speaks; Of war, breeze, and battle scars Whispers to her cub Anguished cries of a Cracked child pulled from the warm mud Kissed wounds for a dime Soft-furred open paws For the ripped paper doll kids Claws to the matches But lioness in a Sundress, a wicked guide for Bandaid heroines Scarlet lullabies Harsh bark of a gentle tongue Cub in a straight curve Twilight roars, star-jaw Hot coals for a shattered view Black glass finger-kiss A lioness bites; Cracked neck of a passerby Royal feast in stains…
Read MoreIf you can read this Then you can’t You aren’t allowed To be more than an ant. Treacherous tiny traps lock you away Within the earth Where you will stay. Flicker Falter Twinkle Tremble Footsteps approach Pitter patter Palpitating dirt Thinking minds shatter. When you were young These were but dreams Stop thinking now It is never as it seems. Written By: BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner
Read MoreAllotted a steel corner in the Boardroom hall Crouched on pin legs the Devil’s pet dances Entertainment for the Fallen crowd, merging, mending, swarming Gallows for a trumped up Heartbeat like a hummingbird’s wings Insides boiling, slick slab of skin molding Justice for the raging madman Kill the sea of bulging Larvae building up Multiplying, feverish dreams toying with the mind Never-ending maze Obvious buildup for the cracking skulls Please, please, please, help m- Quarter of a person Recycled parts for the people Sold into admiration…
Read MoreAs everything in front of me gets turned around Do not drop me I’ll surely break and crack But toss a smile my way And I’ll toss one right back Two is better than one Or so they say I’ve always focused on having fun And never thought I’d see the day When I could look into reflective glass Having some semblance of what to ask My Self What do you ponder? Where does your mind wander? How do you do? With a clouded view There is no guarantee That…
Read MoreI stand on the edge a cliff grazing the night sky scratching the surface mile upon inked mile alphabetical genius of truer grandeur ant before giants my filthy big eyes wander past cloud-ridden heads fingernails stretched out silent shouts for half a dime sweet graffiti prose standing on the edge of alphabetical greats my cloud-ridden head writer in a daze a cockroach contribution to a gold ink stream Is it truly worth this endless predictable hassle I drown in? Written By: June Rossaert
Read MoreUltracrepidarian: noting or pertaining to a person who criticizes, judges, or gives advice outside the area of his or her expertise – My head has grown three times the size it should I live for the gentle thud against my skull I will always read all I can Mental illness of an intellectual: The more I learn the more I feel idiotic Grand pride of the blood-wrenched soul Why should I always need to be the smartest person in any given room? Corrections, additions, clarification drugs for the mind, I’m…
Read MoreHe traps a swarm in his skull Bee beasts multiplied Huddled, hurdled, slow and dull Their stings over-amplified He crawls off a tightrope Tired arms clinging by a finger Slippery hands, what a sad trope Caterpillars chewing off his anger His cockroach eyes go wild For a woman scorned, but who? Clawing at his throat, he’s a child Does he taste like them, too? He traps a swarm in his skull Lonely larvae gnawing at his brain Devoured by the mighty seagull- King, of truly all the main He crawls…
Read MoreI look for you in a crowd of lips they all taste the same, really yours would have, too I bend over your flame you twist me into something new I am your friend- – – I am your friend. a thousand, thousand houses all lined up and I sleep in the cold it’s easy to melt and sear metal cutthroat for a- – – but it hurts to write softly I am ice cold you are a ghost of a volcano rupture, burn, break, crack why are you so…
Read MoreSince when have you inspired my pen To move across the page with such vigor and passion? Rhetorical question, I know it was then When suddenly emotions were in peak fashion. Times so exiting, I did not even think That it would come to an end; A screeching halt as I blinked. And so I lie here only to comprehend the emotional blend that I did in fact send alongside time that I spend Wondering if this is a trend, if it’s something I can amend. I want Emotional to…
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