Coalescence

Stagnant water
spirals upwards
to the ether
as raindrops
fall down;
they coalesce
into artistry.

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Distant Figures

Ever more, your eyes are like
stones. Ripples have left in

the shadow of our lost
conversation. Moving

through open meadow,
clouds make darkened

spectral shapes. The story
of Sisyphus is formed –

mists carrying weights
they could have lost

long ago, if they’d been
honest with the world.

Perhaps rain will fall,
and new forms be made;

soon, mountainous
storms, obvious to all

who look, or feel weightless
pressure in the air.

 

Image: The painting “Sisyphus” by Kolesnikov Sergey, taken from http://www.russianpaintings.net/artists/artist_kolesnikov_sergey_246953/sisyphus_250500/

Flowering Abyss

You are a flowering abyss:
everyday you grow more beautiful
and more empty.
Like a storm in its eye,
sublime in its power,
becomes so suddenly
silent, in one place,
as the billowing winds
and capsizing waves
rage around it.

You are so much more
than I can say,
than I can see.
To me you are just a collection:
of what is reflected and triggered in my memories.

Girls for Satan – Malicia Frost

Girls for Satan, by Malicia Frost

A Forum for Divergent Literature

My best friend used to whisper:
“Let us lay down our lives tonight
here, at the offering table
let us tie our mouths shut
and tape tongues to our legs!
We’ll never be pure again!”

It was funny, back then
when we were a bunch of chuckling preteens
and would sneak into the bathroom together,
pull out our pocket demons
and dance around the sink as if it was a naked calf.

People say girlhood is full of glitter and carnage
we would collect the heads of boys who over-talked us
and we would let the blood water our throats,
nourish our budding lust for revenge.

I kissed my friend’s naked areola
under the blankets in my bed
while we were hiding from our parents
we chewed bubblegum and performed blood offerings monthly
we cried in the shower at night
and sang for the devil watching us in the the…

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I am

I am a girl, goddammit.
I am sweet and anxious,
frivolous, giggling,
dancing, serene and vivacious.
I can gossip with the best of them,
and wear the very highest,
but do not care what I look like,
I’m completely oblivious,
and selfless.
All I care for is you.
Don’t question any of this.
I know.
I have a women’s intuition,
and empathy abound.
Tell me all your problems.
I will listen.
I’m a girl, goddammit.

This isn’t actually what I think women are or should be… expressing my thoughts on the craziness of some of the expectations of what they should be.