alex

he/it | can’t write poetry but does it anyway

[shit-poetry]

"stained glass"

patterns and flashes of light on the wall as you stay on your knees, head bent in submission

you know your place beneath your god and it's gladly taken with a smile as it should be

the people decry those who rise and refuse despite their so called saviour having done the very same

stained glass patterns will live in your mind forever after such a time of devoted servitude

you might escape but it's always there in the back of your mind, waiting

[shit-poetry]

"the children's crusade"

their voices strong, their feet assured, they hold their signs aloft

on market square, on leinster road, they refuse to hide for any longer

a child's place is in the revolution

[shit-poetry]

"pulp"

a bowl of fruit, unbruise, lies untouched and uneaten

as she approaches, a banana starts to shake and quiver in fear

she lays her eyes instead on a fresh peach, raising her palm and bringing it down with a crack, again and again and again

an apple attempts to roll away, but she dives for it, stopping it in its tracks

once she finishes, nothing is left untouched

sometimes there's more to it than a fruit

[shit-poetry]

"wire tangle"

a wire tangle lives in my mind; it never quit took up residence there, rather coming and going as it pleases

green, white, yellow and blue overlap and enwrap themselves, trapped away from the world outside

attempting to untangle these wires is a hopeless endeavour, with minds of their own they tie themselves up anew

there's no escape once they take hold, they squeeze tightly around until you can't even think

don't expect a reprieve

[shit-poetry]

"perennial"

sometimes this darkness feels never ending, any leniency merely a fluctuation, a dip in time

the pain of others eclipses it better than any blade or pill or body ever could, never quite destroying it, but hiding it all the same

at night a haze visits me, wraps me in its arms and begs me to follow where it knows i should not go

ignoring the craving to follow is easier with you by my side; i open my eyes and i'm safe in your smile

now pink and silver hair are what fills my dreams

[shit-poetry]

"solstice"

for those who follow my path, solstices are important times, representing both an end and the beginning of something new

when you left it felt like my world was ending, but we began a new journey that day too, you and i

months characterised by the pain and confusion of not knowing what is and isn't real because of you and your words and that awful mind

you ripped out my seams and spat on the stuffing

rejection is a double-edged sword

[shit-poetry]

"did it hurt?"

"did it hurt?" "did what hurt?" "when you fell from heaven"

fuck off fuck off fuck off yes it fucking hurt

that slow then sudden descent from your metaphorical perch up in the clouds could burn an immeasurable hole through your heart

"god is love" they say "god is love" they lie "god is love" they spew until your ears burn, but it isn't the truth and it never was

the realisation of such a thing is stark, enough to break any child clean in half

but clean isn't the right word for one so dirty, you abandoned your god, your religion, your people; you've lost any right to feel that sense of purity ever again

the devil has permeated your skin and soul, boy, and it's simply too late for you now-

unto hell you shall come: as soon as you can accept that that is all that waits for you at the end of time, you may finally know peace again, child

.memento mori.

[shit-poetry]

"strip lights"

fluorescent lights glare out from their hiding spot behind the cupboard door

their reflection shines too from the pristinely polished marble beneath

the perfection insists that perhaps this house is not entirely a home to all of its denizens within

how could somewhere imbued with such a falsely nonchalant need for all to be utterly impeccable provide someone with any semblance of comfort?

the short answer is: she doesn't

[shit-poetry]

"bruise"

they speak of bruises blossoming as if they're flowers

but purple and blue turn to black and brown, rotten and dying, curling in on itself like i did post-her

my arms weren't the only thing she marked, for souls bruise even easier still

whatever spirit that remained shrivelled up and died, leaving an emptiness within to be filled with anger and blood and drugs

bruises might fade, but their impact remains

[shit-poetry]

"forget-me-not"

i think it ironic that my favourite flower insinuates remembrance

my mind is a temperamental place to be, constantly shifting and never quite at peace

i have a chronic need to catalogue moments in the hopes of not letting go, since if i do not, my grasp on those memories will falter and fail

sometimes i am scared to be alone in my own mind; it is an empty, lonely place devoid of life, but for a bundle of small, blue flowers

[shit-poetry]

"stained mattress"

my mattress looks like a murder scene

the stains of childhood left behind in a bloody, wretched mess

this thing that wrapped around me, entrapping me where I lay, filling my mind and lungs till there was nothing left

beer and blood and cum are all that's left behind, and the empty shell which rests uneasily atop it

my mattress might look like a murder scene, but they don't tend to call deaths like mine murder, now, do they?

[shit-poetry]

120521 | gender i guess

[ghostresidues]

prompts for july

stained mattress

forget-me-not

bruise

strip lights

did it hurt?

Solstice

Perennial

Wire tangle

Pulp

The children’s crusade

Stained glass

Cumulonimbus

Darkened mirror

Black veil

Fireplace

DIY

Torn poster

Manual labour

Grapes

Amnesia

Ghost

Joan d’Arc

Burnished field

Places you lost

Sundial

Fairy circle

Finding the bones

Appliqué

Diving board

Roadkill

Is this all there is?

I'm a day late but I thought it would be cool to make a list of prompts for july! can be used for anything creative - poetry, drawings, collages, discussions etc etc! (idea inspired by @nosebleedclub)

[shit-poetry]

owo may or may not be doing this

[shit-poetry]

120121 | an acknowledgment of emotions

[shit-poetry]

110121 | fuck you iii

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121120 | but that would be too much to ask

[shit-poetry]

121120 | fuck you ii