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A Place to shout out scraps of poetry to see if they stick
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Blood pools on the windowsill to my soul
Mr. The Jason Fleming
ripping at your face / lying backwards / in disgrace / a continuum of blood and shells / and leaves and frozen timbers of wooden stares at the forest in the desert eating away at you and dying / frozen tendrils of grace / wandering lost in the wilderness / now a place to call home / letters to the editor calling for war / making your case against...
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everything - Mr. The Jason Fleming
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Sand drives forward across the sky / waves and waves fall down / lifting up but never settling / sweeping away persistence / dreaming away consequence / failing at holding to ground / falling to pieces / useless to fight against / trying to / tying your body to the earth / beaten up and firmally downed / small specks work against / sawing away at...
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a desire to stay still / ripping away parts that hold fast / until you drown. - Mr. The Jason Fleming
Mr. The Jason Fleming
trees / golden, green, white, and purple / a spring day / foliage in bloom / in the eaves / dead trees await their turn / life in bursts / tremors in stages / quivering branches lean and sway / showoffs for another day
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Mr. The Jason Fleming
Dazed / suffering / drowned out by noise / afloat in a sea of aural debris / let go / drown
Mr. The Jason Fleming
the bird flew down from out of space / with a sense of style / and a moment of grace
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Stuffed out / Not meant for / Left cold withered * Stopping to smoke / Left again / Deserted lump * Forgotten strand / Twanged aloud / Making noises * Stuttering fool / Enveloped in / Wrapped blanket * Blanket a bottle / Tubes engage / Twilight beckons * Hardened heart / Acceptance / Fate is muffled
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Black Hole: Holes Dissolve / Consume / The heart / body Blood / Soul tears / Absorbs / everything / Absolves / Life / Free to / Live / Scoured Clean
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Mr. The Jason Fleming
green trees in a valley at the ocean floor / brown shoes walking a field of trash / broken bottles and plastic rings choking life / oily wings bringing down baby birds / feeding hungry mutant fish
Mr. The Jason Fleming
I hold the keys so tightly (that)... the only thing that escapes is an 'a'
Mr. The Jason Fleming
The city slumbered peacefully as the airships passed quietly over the town. Gaseous vapors drifted down with fervor and grace
Mr. The Jason Fleming
6/365 awash with mystery a glowing cinder / a spark of dangerous tendril of heat/ an effervescence spectacular sparkle / a kernel in a grain of wheat / a light and airy bubble / a frothiness to the head/ nothing but trouble
Mr. The Jason Fleming
5/365 da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
Stephen Pickering
Stephen Pickering
Stephen Pickering
Mr. The Jason Fleming
walking a fine line between states / Stopping, starting / Hot hot heat / sadness begets joy / the end is never the beginning
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Growing up in the shade of a car. Stopping by the roadside between states. A preying mantis waits to bite my hand. Moving forward to a land with a sea on either side. Sick my first day at a new school. I lay down in class in the brightness of the sun. Deathstar.
Mr. The Jason Fleming
a fin from a porpoise / a gill from a bird / savaging the wastelands/ searching the bad lands / land from oil / dirt from dust / a trickle of black / death without clearness / awash with gold / drowns me with its weight /
Mr. The Jason Fleming
a tooth in the river / a day upon the shore / sifting much from muck / a stray glint / a lottery won / a chipped tooth / fortunes lost / that were never found
Mr. The Jason Fleming
a shark who swum out of the depths/ crawled out of the sea / walked up on the land / intent on devouring me / afraid of, no surprise / in the spiritual guise / those who came before / who use their teeth in sand / alone upon the land / driving back the flood / leaving out the gate / the venomous ones...
Mr. The Jason Fleming
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can't help it..sometimes I just want to bang on some keys - Mr. The Jason Fleming
Teyah Taylor
www.triond.com/users/Teyah help me get my poetry recognized.
Prosey BUTTONS!
ichthyotoxism (n.): Poisoning by a toxic substance derived from fish. Also called ichthyism. (written 2004) - http://www.storm-artists.net/full...
you were a shark / with a horrible opening band / but decent fiddler -- diamond drop in a puddle of redneck fishermen sweat - Prosey BUTTONS!
Mr. The Jason Fleming
stripes running down the side of the screen / echoes of data lost / fritzy
Mr. The Jason Fleming
a shaking / a tremor runs across the earth / hot flashes / being called to heaven, a tragedy / I leave a screenprint of my soul on a wall for the unchosen to gawk at.
*Amendment* - Mr. The Jason Fleming
a shaking / a tremor across the earth / hot flashes / strange booms / life vacated for a radial measurement / no one left to witness. / A screenprint remains / a reminder to live - Mr. The Jason Fleming
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Lettuce folded onto a sandwich / burger grilled to a nice even brown / pickles sliced lengthwise for a sandwich / tomato for the prostate / sesame seeds against the roof of my mouth / muenster cheese on top and melded / onions, left off, thank you please
Mr. The Jason Fleming
tired, sleepy / winding down / ticktock / a bomb waiting to dud / a day waiting to end / my pillow / my only friend
Mr. The Jason Fleming
Bacon / crispy, not fried / in strips / folded onto my plate / condiment / meal / paste
Mr. The Jason Fleming
knife edge / sharp and shiny / steel and plastic, rubberized handle / fragrant vegetables / a dash of salt / a recipe for tastiness / a simmering pot of water / boils and boils of bubbles / cartons full of meat / bags full of potatoes / my childhood wrapped in two substances / a bland american life is this
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