Does it matter if I'm a robot?

[vasilinaorlova]

chimera

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fear me

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kiss my empty glove, fool

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some women spend their lives wearing golden dresses

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all      too ob-     vi-        ous

may I drink a vial of violets and

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maybe not

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where is that flower you photographed last summer, where is a spider hanging from its petal; gone— gone, and only in the photograph the rose is still in dew, the spider still hanging on an invisible thread

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gone is gone

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a wonderful specimen that will adorn any collection, should I pin you against the wall?

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be my fiction

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I am a leopard; I sport spots. marvelous spots on my golden pelt

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why      am I             so dark      and so am I

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I have always kissed the icy surface of mirror and nothing else and no one else

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I’m quite a writer, my dear. I can write you the way you will recognize the angelic features and a reflection of demonic glare in what you always suspected never was but human: your face

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he writes me, “I know both my places: at your feet and at your throat”

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henceforward let the universe know, before the death will take its toll and will return us to the dough of red and blue and gold and grey infused with silver fabulous clay, I am the kindest of them all

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but maybe I should have thrown a lasso weaved out of my gold hair around the neck of an exquisite dragon, drag him to me despite the force that he invested his powers in the resistance— the lasso wound not snap— and burn my mouth against his flaming lips, break against his stonelike jaw

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he tells me in the dark I was a lioness, a gazelle, and a chimera

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

My darling dear, my childhood friend I do so love you, your black hair, your eyes But my sweetheart, your noble mother is my revenge’s long lost prize For your mother did kill my father And I did swear to avenge his death and I am not free, to love another until I’ve heard her dying breath

Fridiswid

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

The Silver Wolf ran, trapped in the form of a man. The Silver Wolf cried, "Where do you hide? My beautiful dear, my secret, secretive bride?" But his voice caught in his throat and his hands flew up to a strange red stain on the breast of his coat The Widow-y Queen, at a distance enshrouded in green, brushed a tear from her eye as she left her lover to freeze and to bleed till he died. His eyes reflected the moonlight as they rolled a sign of his world of the forest the wind and the cold! Not a sound in the trees of her footfall Not a whisper of warmth in the sky And The Silver Wolf clutched at the flowers And thought "this is not how I should die!" So he called out nice and long his howling dying song. It blew through the trees and brought to her knees his only love, his only love He cried "my daughter dear, my darling dear come near, come near. I must look upon your pretty face again a betrayer is betrayed in time someday please end the life that ended mine your tears on my cheeks are as gentle as autumn rain... Now I am free I'll finally see your mother again...

The Death of the Silver Wolf

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

Soldier, you think the smoke, it won't enfold you? Or there'll be someone waiting for you? Off in the distance, then? If only anything could change you If only you knew what you claim to If only every sign you cling to If only they were so

Incorrect lyrics from On Another Ocean by Fleet Foxes

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

So he called out nice and long His howling dying song It blew through the trees and brought to her knees his only love His only love He cried “my daughter dear, my darling dear come near, come near. I must look upon your pretty face again A betrayer is betrayed in time Someday please end the life that ended mine I feel your tears on my cheeks like rain

[imsupposedtobestudying-whoops]

Hmm I feel like I’m good at a bunch of stuff but I’m not really good at any of them

Ya feel

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

Every house that we’ve been in, I’ve seen shadows of us fall every thing we’ve lost inconsequential things trap our spirits in the walls you will wander lifeless listless ever wander blind and cold transparent walk the hallways breathing in the damp and mold I’ll be there on the outside I am trying to break you out but every window that I shatter doesn’t put me where you are I have sliced my fingers open I have burned you to the ground but no matter how I destroy the cage you can’t be touched you can’t be found my hands pass through your arms, I see no breath I feel no pulse the wind does not disturb your hair the color drains you still remain in every house we’ve slept in, every attic every roof somewhere along the way I lost you I’ve retraced my steps to find you and I do but you’re not there your sweater in the living room your shoelace on the stairs I saw you from the window when your hand brushed the glass you went round the porch but were obscured by the grass I peered into the basement and saw you floating in the water I ran down to reach you pull you up but it was dark and you drifted away out of sight and I shivered and froze but I dived down and I swam and I saw you but further away and the cold in my lungs was piercing and frightening and I surfaced and scramb led and slipped up the stairs and i nto the woods and the woods and the woods and the trees and the undergrowth and I le ft you there

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

He had seen footsteps a few days before at the back of the house Coming from the woods. But none leading back He had searched for the keys and found a newspaper that was not his. He had heard footsteps a few days before, creaking from above, coming from the woods He went into the barn She had run she had run away from the house from the house with the woods out back! She had laced her boots and ran from the firewood and the hearth and the barn with its shadows black! But a new girl came with her coat on the hook And when they'd finished in the barn They found her in the house Dreaming, in her sleep, of flowers No more school no more school for a day for a week Pretty white snow has covered roads, blocked the doors Oh mother mother grandmother how can you lie still Hours and hours I lie awake, pulling hair like flowers Is there anyone there In the barn? Was it her father in the trenches Oh his body was never found Could the psychics see the crime from the bones? They had stayed they had stayed for a day for a week Pretty white snow has covered footsteps from the woods The skulls the skulls were lost in the European war There was smoke in the chimney, billowing and black Is there someone at the back of the barn? Is there anybody there, in the barn? She went into the barn. They found him sleeping She went into the barn too They found her sleeping too

Based on the unsolved murder of a family in Bavaria

[susanthejournal]

THREE POEMS / Shayla Lawson

⁂ Shayla Lawson is the author of the chapbook PANTONE (Miel Books, 2016) and the forthcoming I Think I’m Ready to See Frank Ocean (Saturnalia Books, 2018). She has written for Salon, ESPN, Guernica, and The Offing.

[tromroan]

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Finally recorded this thing!!! It’s kinda long, so bear with me, but it’s more like 4-5 songs in one, a suite - if you will.  Basically a collection of tunes all revolving around Jeff Vandermeer’s book Annihilation. I’ll record a better version later, maybe with a video or smthng…  It would be fun to write a song for the journal about purple thistles too, but I think this is enough Annihilation for now haha! Ghost Bird, do you love me? He whispered once in the dark Ghost Bird, do you need me? I loved him, but I didn’t need him and I thought that was the way it was but fun for me was sneaking off to peer in a tidal pool to grasp at the intricacies of the creatures who lived there sustenance for me was tied to ecosystem and habitat organism he knew all this, I think… The music is by me, the words are all taken from Annihilation

[tromroan]

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Part 4 of a kind of.. collection of songs all with lyrics taken from Jeff Vandermeer’s amazing book Annihilation. Once I’m practiced up and can play through all 4-ish sections together I’ll post that! But for now here’s the final section, music by me. I am walking forever on the path from the border to base camp it is taking a long time, and I know it will take even longer to get back there is no one with me, I am all by myself the trees are not trees the birds are not birds and I and I am not me but just someone who’s been walking a long time

[tromroan]

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sooo I’ve written a bunch of stuff all taken from the book Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer, and I’m just now kinda putting it all together in a weird sorta song cycle? BUT this section sounds nice on its own so I thought I’d post it. Music is by me, words are from Annihilation (graphic is by the amazing photographer Kyle J Thompson I’ve had a kind of dream for a while now, a new one, and not really a nightmare this time I float over a pristine wilderness. As if from the vantage point of a marsh hawk, and the feeling of freedom is indescribable. It’s as if you took everything from my nightmares and reversed it. As the dreams progressed and repeated they varied in their intensity and their viewpoint. Sometimes he swam through marsh canals, others became a tree or a drop of water. Everything he experienced refreshed him, everything he experienced made him want to go to Area X

[tromroan]

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It took me so long to record this… anyway, music is by me, the words are taken from two passages of Jeff Vandermeer’s amazing book Annihilation. “God, but the coast here was painfully beautiful, the dark lush greens of the fir trees piercing his brain, the half-raging sky and sea, the surge of salt water against the rocks twinned to the urgent wash of blood through his arteries as he waited for her to kill him or hear him out. Seditious thoughts: there would be nothing too terrible about dying out here, about becoming part of all of this.”  

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

He thought about his home And the great lake, so deep and clear,  He thought about his young brother And the blood that sprang from him When his ground shook his axe from his hands And dragged him into the woods.

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

Always on the verge of killing you That's how much you bother me Don't shine Arizona Would you mind turning around for me I can't breath Daughters of what I call instantaneousness When tragedy is away Lurid emotion Hearing and smelling self consciously Under the black hat Within months I knew many of them Kissed by every passing politician Who only wanted to protect her trees from being cut down You may commonly hear grumbling in his closet When alone in your room Turns over your papers seldom forgive twice Don't you hear that cheering offstage? Only I wasn't going to be doing it alone And took the flowers And their cry was great When he was at the last gasp In a city this big? Where would you go?

hmm... me, kinda?

[doesitmatterifimarobot]

Save me the oranges when I return next spring

[tromroan]

Hey I am just wondering, my brother does commissions and has a paypal, and he says I should do commissions too, but I don’t know if anyone would be interested… Sooo WOULD anyone be interested if I did commissions? Really of any character, and either in my big drawing style, or my mini drawing style. They def wouldn’t be very expensive either..  Hmm? What would people think?