#newwavepoetry

[doriandistortion]

The past is creeping up my throat

[ginadope]

A little spark that has eyes It has always been both fire and ash  It would like to see To begin, to feel a cold sea On its fingertips 

It is the secret in his wine And the river's poem Misses how the air felt Before the unannounced end 

Unformed unease Chastised October  Misguided heroine The body of my body — Has it yet to notice? Does it know? It is gentler, a little bit Just one of two sinners It knows

[jb-cohen]

[artistsoftheunknown]

sensical

selfless dive into headstrong ties, bound by the feet as we sway in january's fickle wind. moored on the rocks of this familiar settlement, there's a strange cohesion with universal time. no footing to speak of, only a turn of phrase; a memory lost to the deluge. one of spring sadness- spider web aura, shaken off, deluded by belief in permanent absence. how it went and where things stand often seem at odds, yet, how else was this to turn out? we lapped up hours on the golden coast meandering about wreckages left to dissolve in silence. what was gained from road goings flash briefly before being washed over by some scroll feed horror rendering desire for peaceful sundowns as downright absurd.

[stevenluce]

Broken wrists

Help wanted signs

Softly choking

Flowers screaming

Reading code

Unfamiliar

Lost

Sorting through lumber

W/ one hand

[crowded-empty-places]

The semantics

Of drafted misunderstandings

Are inked on juxtaposed dreams

As the poet with lidless eyes

Dreams besides you

On a highway hypnosis

Where megalomaniacal cosmologies

Run startled across the fields

The shape of triangles

Of infrared iridiscence

Upon a world that forever spins

And falls in a palette of colours

Yawning at the voice of an absence

That longs to be present

[slowfalter]

Learn to identify your feelings, then you can name them, then you can kill them

In order to answer the question

Of what it is I am dreading

We first must establish

What is meant by the term dread

Seeping in nature

You don’t realise you’re numb

Until you’re dripping down your front

And the bottom has fallen out of your self concept

You really should have reinforced it

A cold but transitory state

I am not built for sterility

I am conscious of the pasta sauce on my shirt

The dirt under my skin

Prickling until it bursts

Common characteristics are

Waking up reluctantly

Like you kicked off the blanket

Accidentally

Waking up reluctant

Play acting civilities

Miming your errands

While the incessant fizzing

Rebuilds you from inside

Gradually

But like a freight train

Your chest is full of marbles now

Migrating to your legs

There’s a knocking on the door

It’s been getting louder

If only you had listened

It’s that fear of the invasion

Vulnerable soft bits

You left yourself open

Don’t say you weren’t warned

The smallest voice in your throat

Getting louder

And gagging

Invade yourself now

Overcome

Eat your fears

Lie down and take it

Everyone has to

Sooner or later

You’ll just have to do it

Shove yourself down

Just go to the dentist

———

[nepenthesdeluxe]

i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand.  but you have yet to grasp the gentleness, the love within my violence, softest warmth begetting blood on fur that i wear like a medal, on my neck my crown of thorns, my wedding band, it’s you for whom i bite.  and you have yet to grasp the fear, the care with which i keep you safe, under my watch no jaws will ever find their way to you, nor any tooth, no tear will ever be torn from you, for it’s you for whom i bite. and you have yet to grasp my devotion, no others beside you could I keep, no kin, no consanguines except in what is bled and in my mouth i’ve whet my wolfish little knives for you, it’s you for whom i bite.  i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand. and so i bite.

kept seeing the image up top everywhere and decided to write something as a sort of excercise. i don't feel like i did it justice, might rework the third stanza especially but frankly i don't know how to improve it rn so i'm letting it go be free for now. The "the violence it took to become that gentle" thing is a popular quote whose source i can't remember, original post for the image is this reddit post afaik.