Smiles-Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

Olde Punk-RamJet Poetry

RamJet Poetry

smiles

I’m followed by a shadow called danger

it smiles occasionally

the grin is disfigured and frightening

to the unlearned, almost beautiful

in the smile is a joke with no humor

and little patience

the joke is a twisted, morbid affair with

little humor and undeniable hunger

knowledge of the instruments of ire

very useful in thought and deed

severed voices combine on the wire

combustion impact oranges blossom

add another scar to my life

gangrene rehabilitation

blood of the fruit flows in floral vintages thick and sweet

tainted white with a twist of shameless passion

Mercy hospital plays heart-strings

a mournful sound

a tangled skein of broken thread

becomes cloak for my soul

fragile spaghetti western town

a wooden eggshell

face upon face upon face

masques of deceit and despair

Viking retributions in modern-day life

calling on your contributions

alive, yet not

you and your ways

slave to master despised…

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Caged-Malicia Frost/Malicia’s Malebolge

Malicia Frost-Malicia’s Malebolge

Murder Tramp Birthday

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Caged
Are you attracted to wounded animals?
Come here, sweetie
I’ll show you my scars
tell you how I’ve suffered
to make you get on your knees for me
I’m not responsible
For your careless desires
Do you like it only when it can’t hurt you?
Do you like it only when I whimper?
You should be ashamed
You’re the one walking
on the other side of the bars
Won’t you pity a carcass
an empty lover
to hide inside?
I would have heard you say no
if I didn’t see the blood from your flower
dripping down your bruised legs
to love is to convince yourself
there is nothing more
out there

Malicia

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Beyond the Grave-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void

Max Meunier-Dissociative Void

Max Meunier

often
we obscure our words
for fear
of truths
only they hold

unable to bear
the letters
staring back
so stark and cold

still
we must express
our feelings
lest we tend
our spirit’s death

ink
like blood
begins congealing
with every
unspoken breath

none would choose
to bear such burden
from an ivory tower
of pain

shattered tears
shall heed no warden
each and every
one the same

so it is
through words
thus written
pittances
of what pervades

dormant tales
awaiting
to be spoken
from beyond
the grave

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there was space, and there was the empty distance between us-Ari Purkayastha/Fallen Alone

Ari Purkayastha, Fallen Alone

Fallen Alone

i have been, and i will always be, that pair of eyes that was too restless to ever hold yours when you spoke. i have those hands that were far too engaged in playing with themselves to ever acknowledge yours; and i have a tongue that only ever talked with the empty rooms to remember how it felt to utter words within ears of a breathing person.

so you see, how could the person i wrote of be any more real than myself?

and you—

you have been that stranger that offered me free shots of tequila, and the unfulfilled promise of a night together where we fucked more than just our bodies (where we fucked our hearts into submission, because there is nothing more degrading and beautiful than to watch your heart beat in a submissive whimper- too broken to even consider the thought of being unfaithful), and you…

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A blue moon and a wolf-Nicole Lyons/ The Lithium Chronicles

Nicole Lyons of The Lithium Chronicles

The Lithium Chronicles

The sun has set
a thousand times
since the night
a blue moon burst
and I opened my door
to a wolf grinning wildly,
chewing on my name.
My, what spectacular eyes
he had; deep pools of golden
madness churning the reflection
of my surprise
into blazing fire that broke
his gaze and seared fear
into my flesh.
My pulse raced, leaping
to ride the sweet stench
of terror ripping holes
through my veins
before it danced under
the great weight of his
paws crushing
the walls of my chest.
The sun has set
a thousand times
since the night
a blue moon burst,
and cast its shadow
upon pebbles,
and the wolf
that would steal my breath.
But even now, on
the eve of a rising,
I can barely breathe
until I hear them
howling in the distance,
and then I will drift, pulling
wilderness from my hair
under…

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A DECADE OF SOLITUDE-Rana Kelly/ 2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

 

Almost a decade

 

Of desolation and disguise.

 

Of loneliness and downcast eyes.

 

My spine was pulled

 

Out of my mad mouth

 

And I laid there breathless

 

For this eternity.

 

Fear of the enemy

 

Pushed me to soliloquy

 

For an eternity

 

Of my wolves hunted

 

And fresh hell.

 

I walk forward over water

 

Washed clean of your sickness

 

You cannot kick me

 

In the guts again.

 

I will rise

 

And eat your face

 

Shred your skin

 

And walk westward

 

Crushing your setting sun.


[Rana Kelly was born and raised in the Deep South, and now resides in the Southwest.  Her poetry, personal essays, short fiction, and photography has been published in anthologies and literary magazines far and wide over the years, from Caesura to featherproof press, FM to Ceremony Collected. Her first novel, Until Her Darkness Goes, was published in 2015. She’s currently writing her second novel under a pseudonym.]

Eating Away to the Bone – SRP


stick to yourself afraid of what could happen

 

when I’m cornered

 

what i may do

 

scared of what you make me do

 

the things I’ve done

 

the things I’ve said

 

why does it always end this way

 

why does it have to be so sad

 

why do i hurt so bad

 

eating myself from the inside out

 

black cancer growing inside of me 

 

i feel less everyday

 

numb

 

nothings shocking anymore

 

exhausted i havent slept for days

 

deprivation

 

self loathing

 

all day

 

every day

 

never ending


[SRP is a co-creator of Sudden Denouement and driving force in the collective. He is a musician, a writer, and a friend.]