#poem

  1. My Name is Mother

    Author: RockPaperScissors

    In each green web of dead stars, I see myself. A soul cast into space, into a space that was gulping at souls like a thirsty, active dog. Unquestioningly…

    Mar 4, 2014 · Ficly archive

  2. Audience Participation - Your Lovely Assistant

    Author: RockPaperScissors

    A strawberry road runs down a body of silk-flesh and milk, doesn’t want to stop touching. And elbows of pasta grime will keep grinding on the counter tops til…

    Mar 3, 2014 · Ficly archive

  3. Creativity

    Author: Angela LaFey

    creativity taped up, held down packaged in a box and sold for any amount of money taken “borrowed” bought sold “creativity” isn’t creativity if it’s common it…

    Mar 2, 2014 · Ficly archive

  4. Hair

    Author: RockPaperScissors

    An extension of myself, reaching out from the top of my brain, over wheat grain fields, over a thumping, throbbing tree at the center of me, Over closed…

    Feb 28, 2014 · Ficly archive

  5. It'll Walk

    Author: Tad Winslow

    It’ll be like something in a movie It’ll walk on wooden doors And stomp them Until they open It’ll be a painting of a picture, taken 25 years ago when you…

    Feb 22, 2014 · Ficly archive

  6. Ashes

    Author: Osye E. Pritchett III

    Dark, bitter ashes In my soul doth dwell Pain’s cruel black lashes On my flesh doth swell A turn wrong taken A tale that’s untold My spirit’s shaken My love…

    Feb 21, 2014 · Ficly archive

  7. Hurt

    Author: Osye E. Pritchett III

    ‘twas times greatest deceit and, thus fallen, lays love. Was slain, in defeat though seemed fated from above. In pleasure the pursuit, pleasure gained for…

    Feb 10, 2014 · Ficly archive

  8. My weather poem

    Author: MissEve

    (My little sister’s attempt at poetry) Cloud You are very fluffy Why are you white? You should change color For fun. You are so high Do you want to come down…

    Feb 10, 2014 · Ficly archive (2)

  9. dancing with blood on my tank top

    Author: Escapist

    dancing with blood on my tank top threads of always from my breast undulate shame, a little cough, a little dress, but the shame isn’t. we’re quilts see maybe…

    Feb 5, 2014 · Ficly archive

  10. On the Day

    Author: THX 0477

    The day is a runaway train, Fleeing, I suppose, night’s dreaming. Ride on, charge on, don’t restrain! Thoughts are tumbling, streaming, Nagging and pursuing at…

    Jan 13, 2014 · Ficly archive

  11. I, the Moon

    Author: Kind Stranger

    You are the Sun, and I the Moon. You chase my darkness. I bring you gloom. Monsters howl to me. To you, angels fly. Your light burns through me. You’ll only…

    Jan 11, 2014 · Ficly archive

  12. I'll Learn How To Fly On My Own

    Author: Kind Stranger

    These chains surround me. Lighter than air, But rooted like a tree. They push and press. They block my way. I push back nonetheless. I’m stuck, immobile…

    Jan 11, 2014 · Ficly archive

  13. Der Tanz (The Dance)

    Author: Kind Stranger

    On a soft summer night, In a valley of chance, Warm hearts glow so bright, Souls of the night ready to dance. Where trees grow tall, And rivers held pregnant…

    Jan 10, 2014 · Ficly archive

  14. The Skin I Cannot Escape

    Author: Kind Stranger

    I erased myself one day, Of all the colors on my skin. I molded myself with clay, Shutting out what’s within. I became an empty slate, My character anew. Not…

    Jan 10, 2014 · Ficly archive

  15. Pangea

    Author: Kind Stranger

    Smile to the one who forgot how. Laugh with the one who knows no such sound. Befriend the one who sits so solemnly. And rejoice that you’ve been given a life…

    Jan 10, 2014 · Ficly archive

  16. Other Place

    Author: THX 0477

    I shall be going away The trips is short but erelong I shan’t know knight from day I travel from right to wrong Out of this mundane world Intend I to fall…

    Jan 7, 2014 · Ficly archive (1)

  17. of

    Author: Escapist

    to be held by light speechless better than jesus. yeah. (fuck that) to be held by light li _ke stags like animals like brilliance of a growing, a forest’s…

    Dec 23, 2013 · Ficly archive (1)

  18. Wilted Garden

    Author: The One Left Behind

    It was if I was six And had decided to finally grow myself a garden I had had the pot of dirt since I was born But I never planted a single seed And then you…

    Dec 23, 2013 · Ficly archive (1)

  19. Waiting

    Author: RockPaperScissors

    A chain of pains, lashing out all across your body in a horizontal way, Making me cry ‘cause there was nothing I could do. I can hear you. Helplessness at it’s…

    Dec 18, 2013 · Ficly archive (1)

  20. To her, from me.

    Author: Oy

    at night, I think about what you’re doing and what I’m doing and how different they are you’re in a different world a world that doesn’t include me someday i…

    Dec 17, 2013 · Ficly archive (1)