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Tag: poetry
Not Doing This for Free Anymore
As if I had the power of a union
I’m realizing that pushing my poetry out for free
Is a sin and a crime against myself
My worth
I and my poetry are worth more than that
Your eyes
Might find my work
Somewhere behind a paywall
Later
After I’m done writing it
After I figure out the cover art
When it’s on Amazon
Or in an indie shop
I’m not doing this for free anymore
You sluts
Recognize true art
And you secretly salivate at it
That it’s free
Oh the best things are free you say
No
Artists need money just like you sluts
So pay up
Fuckers sluts
Pay up
On the road to poetic infamy for damage wrought upon society for being too hip too sylish too amazecakes and beyon the beyon.
;)
In the world of a star-struck self-starter
The similarities seem small
But to feel rested at the edge of a new discovery
Makes one vivid with imagination, clever to fall
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la terreur
but what instead of the art that had found itself in between me and my way
there had been something of atrocity?
bodies being chopped up
diabolical murder-surgery
military experiments
what, you don’t watch those videos for fun?
you must prepare for everything
i do not even when i am the weak stick in the drawer
i sense failure coming
i sense the war winning
i sense defeat
and i am a million miles away from any doom
how can this be so?
Hi everyone. I haven’t been posting as often; I apologize. My health has kept me busy. Mental illness is draining.
I’m going to improvise here and not edit it too much. Hopefully it turns out alright.
Here we go!
Hello little grasshopper
Hop hop lop lop
The grass is rife with the straw
For the rabbit to navigate
We see crop circles in our dreams
The gates to infinity are open
When we sing the tunes in synchrony they measure themselves timeless
We love each other
So why lock the door
Why scorch the fields
There is so much life to it all
That’s all for tonight. Hope you’re all finding the time to enjoy the small things, and surviving if not thriving. Cheers,
varjak
[Alternate Route] Issue 3
… is out! Find it (scroll down a little on the website) patreon.com/alternate_route. There’s a post announcing the release, and a PDF file titled issue 3 or something like that. Don’t worry–no computer viruses! We don’t use a PDF viewer or anything like that, we figure you can just open it and read at your leisure just as easily.
Thank you to our contributors. I’m a one-man army working this thing, so figuring out whether and how to give out payments to artists (first attempt everyone refused or didn’t respond!) is confusing an logistically complicated as hell. Eh.
So yeah! Enjoy our beautiful poets and photographers in [AR] issue 3!
Listen
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t anxious
I have diagnosed anxiety disorder
Basically means I’m weird because I’m always worried
But live with The Man on your shoulders like I do and you’ll see
How fucked we are
How heavy the burden is
And how un-free the birds on the avenue are at heart
Cheat, steal, lie, pillage, burn, slash, hack
To defeat him
Feels good
To get by
Feels alright
Well,
Now
Go
And dance, sing, paint, hug, love, shake, kiss
To free yourself
And for a moment
Maybe
If you try hard enough
At this
And take it
Very
Very
Very
Fucking
Seriously
You might feel free
For one iota of a moment
You might be free
If you fight like madness clung at your doorstep was about to shoot you in the temple with your family at the stake
You might be free
You might
Love
Like you believed it
Instead of forgetting everything
You’d dream of nothing
And back
And journey to the castle above the shore
Wind through the clouds
Fall with the dew
And make angels in the snow in the grass
You might know how it feels
To be alive
If you fucking fight your ass off like nothing else mattered
And did it
Now
Now
Now
And I hope
You know
That I know
That I want you
To feel it
Victory
Love
Love
And then again
Love
Because what is life
Without it
Bestiaire des animaux à l’aise dans leur peaux / Claude Roy — Lire dit-elle
Très oiseaux les oiseaux sont très sûrs d’être oiseaux L’écureuil sait très bien son métier d’écureuil Les chevaux dans leur peau de cheval sont chevaux Le lézard sait par cœur l’art de vivre en lézard La fourrure du chat tient le chat tout entier Le renard est renard tout le long de l’année Le poisson […]
Bestiaire des animaux à l’aise dans leur peaux / Claude Roy — Lire dit-elle
akathisia
My life
motion
turned to vibration
machinery
rotor drill kill quickling
faster and fast
into me
injected
the vibration
under my skin
i must
move
i must
walk
forever
and there
is
no rest
for me
for me
i must move
akathisia
