.the dead rose of our love. by XSwan-SongX
has rotted in my veins,
your songs crashing against the concrete
inside my skull -
pieces drifting on still tides.
this distance is created
by being too similar, too much alike,
and this misunderstanding
is so profound it makes my eyes burn.
someone's body is buried
on a road untraveled that we implied
somewhere between then
i still don't know if
this is my grave
or yours, love,
but i think it's the wrong colour.
agony in yellow.his fingerprints lingeredagony in yellow. by XSwan-SongX
mockingly on the edges of the stains
on her windowpanes
and she slept in diagonals,
with insomnia lying parallel
beneath the bedsheets -
she could have sworn she saw
the ocean dancing hand-in-hand with
before waking empty-mouthed
in a bathtub too stiff
to hold a corpse, her limbs
blurred in cold porcelain
in the place dreams go
see, there's a lacklustre shade
in sunshine boys -
she knows a stem of toxicity
burns in his veins,
but she suspends her disbelief
each time, she lets the smoke
from his half-used cigarettes
devour the space between them
until there's nothing left
but old wounds
beneath new tattoos.
(don't you wish you could blame someone other
The Ever-Under.She drifts in a place between worlds, a weightless entity floating on silky water. It feels like she is falling, and yet somehow flying in this land that is nowhere and everywhere all at once. There is no day here, only times when faded light dances above her eyelids and the sharp scents of antiseptic, sterile surfaces penetrate her nostrils - a living death punctuated only by the beeps of a heart monitor. There is no night here either, only a dark abyss of silence that always comes before her dreams.The Ever-Under. by XSwan-SongX
It is fitting, she thinks, that at this borderline between worlds she dreams only of a Sea Serpent - a creature of the deep that surfaces rarely to taunt the imagination of those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it. In her dream, she stands at the shore of a black lake that she does not dare to touch. Swiftly, the serpent rises from the depths; he glides to meet her, his silver scales the only light filling the void around her. Ink ripples in his wake, swirling thickly like molten metal
but then i remembered: my heart is a trickster.it is really too bad that anxiety finds me when my eyes catch you, on nights when the storm in my belly is calmest; i told her to wait for me in the back of my mind, but she mistook you for the next block.but then i remembered: my heart is a trickster. by unfaithfulstars
i want to die and be reborn as the press of a flower against your wrist, or maybe the sweet sun, kicking its shadowy feet while sitting on your doe-lashes. i think i find peace with the coral and the stingrays, floating inches above the sea floor and losing myself in kelp strands - kelp may indeed be the color of my eyes in my dreams (i'll never know because my mind, it doesn't dream in color);
or maybe i find serenity in the tremble of your voice as you speak to me in my loneliest nightmares.
i wish you knew that you still have a seat in the ruling chambers of my shattered heart.
Dodecathlon: Finale Winners!Dear Live-Love-Writers,Dodecathlon: Finale Winners! by Live-Love-Write
Thus concludes our (more or less) year long Dodecathlon program! It's been a wild ride of contests and the entries have all been stunning. Thanks go to all of our dedicated writers! And now, without further ado, let's take a look at the lovely entries by our exclusive finalists:
And the program winners are...
------ First Place ------
Silver Medal Emote by Mirz123 ------ Runner Up ------ Silver Medal Emote by Mirz123
The Ever-Under. by XSwan-SongX
Congratulations winners! Your prizes will be distributed shortly, and thank you to all who participated in all our Dodecathlon contests!
plutonianyou know i would fill you up and over with loveplutonian by calliopen
an overflowing kitchen sink stacked with plates from
a breakfast two mornings ago i recall
the clink of a fork and an intake of breath and an
"i think im going to leave you"
slipping from your lips like a prayer,
and went back to my tea
what could i do to keep you, this backwards love we had
i exist as a passing point i am neither your point a or b
artemis will deny that she walks these woods barefoot
searching for love in dewy blades of grass but
i am painfully honest about the holes people have left
you were my orion for a week or so,
if i was a planet i would be pluto
for i am also small and easily forgotten
private schooli.private school by gliitchlord
in the pupils' chairs
ripples beyond her.
she, centered, drinks
in the silence
not for the dropped pens,
nor for the flirts
does she waver.
he jokes with his friends
in rote gestures, the one
he holds now is giggling,
softly. they keep the circle
closed, the jokes low,
the status undeniable.
she reads their fates
in the grain of
[the plans go awry,
the pretty ones
die, those left
are but shells and
she coaxes her gaze
through the wood,
through the floor,
through the planet.
she can feel it now,
that perfect connection
embraces, she can't keep
the smile from opening
she is grinning
as the desks skitter
over the linoleum
toward the yawning abyss.
she is warm and soothed
while they scream.
he has pushed toward the door,
left his current flame gasping.
the circle breaks
as infinity widens.
she has never been this close
to ever, never tasted it
quite like this.
for a moment
she is only
Ash / they/them / UK / a collection of stardust
"When you consider things like stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?" - Virginia Woolf
I'm hoping to become a professional poet one day, for both spoken and written word. Passions for writing include: people, the world, politics, the LGBTQ+ community, mental illness, colours, oceans and stars. Especially stardust.
20/10/2015 ~ I got a DD! Thank you all so much for your support! <3 ~
09/09/2016 ~ R.I.P Mary, I hope you got your wings <3 ~
03/06/2016 ~ Another DD?! Thank you all again! <3 ~