i'm pretty bad at thisI will hopefully be a bit more dedicated in the next few months, seeing as I am entering a number of poetry competitions within my university. if not, someone email me and remind me that I should stick around here!
hope everyone is ok! xx
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The LecturerLike the mother of a friend, she smiled And welcomed our inattentive faces To the world she created daily. Mumbling and fumbling with age she yet had, She dimmed the lights just so And with a great sweeping motion, She opened her little mouth with fury As knowledge poured out into a sea before us Swallowing our pens and paper And subjugating our hands to the tremors of the scribe.The Lecturer
by ~twobefore-sunrise
Sonnet of Revision TimeAs I sit here, facing tomes and tomes Of dead trees filled to the brim with dead men, Sunlight smiling at my back for hours,Sonnet of Revision Time
And eyes failing at the faint neon glow,
I cannot help my thoughts from wandering. ‘What if’ after ‘What if’ parade their songs And I am anxiousness, but not in words; Surrounded as I am, how could I be?
My feelings are just motions now. Heart beats are in stasis, and all is dull As though the many bindings suck the light For late night reads of later dates.
I wish to make a noise but none will come – &
by ~twobefore-sunrise
LaocoonEat your words, eat your words, And eat your feet, and eat your words,Laocoon
And eat your hands, and elbows too And eat the eyes that tether you To heaven’s ever turning back While we shall take what we do lack Those words? Yes words! We eat your words Which damn you to other worlds And into bites for tongues unfurled Where our mouths were so salty through But now our mouths are full of you. Your sons as well, are forfeit now,
Into our banishing little bowls
And to your words? No bids farewell Come up once more, a screaming knell. And then you eat your
by ~twobefore-sunrise
ordinary relativityIf I am on a train Moving swiftly in the rain At a speed of v, let’s say While you stand out in the hayordinary relativity
And some lightning haps to strike Through the purpled dulcet night If we happen to take sight, Will we see the same great light?
Shall we mourn the darkness diff’rent Our eyes drinking in the pigment Of the sky at times infrequent For our planes aren’t co-existent?
Weaved in time like window shades Born to ripple in the waves Always looking through the glaze At such different sunny days
But if this is so
by ~twobefore-sunrise
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Carruthers had half a face. He actually had a whole face, but the bottom half was so magnificently beautiful – perfectly dimpled chin with just a hint of stubble, lean lips curling to reveal straight, white teeth, and skin so creamy you could dip strawberries in it – that everybody just forgot what the top half looked like. His forehead (probably quite charming too, if left to its own devices) faded from memory, his nose lost in the glow of that breathtaking zero-point-five of a visage. Not that it bothered Carruthers especiall
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