Sunday, August 14

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oyvey
Creative Writing, Features

oyvey

behold the golem of prague how tothe first step is seeing them then talk to them then convince themsimpleso after saving them from that edgeplace your own edge on their throat and slice theirs open first before any seas can lay claim to it firstbefore earth before hearth before flame before greedy fingers pry their way to their tonguerip it out first beforeand then wear it in the mouthsit it in the right placecreak teeth out of placealign rows of molars incisors caninessculpt gum to fit perfectanother persons stolen tongueand when that is done and when you are caughtand when there is nothingleft to bare in their hotlampsleft to bear the roiling heatleft alone to step without rhythma syncopated disfunctionof them forcing that maw openad nauseam they will rip out your speechsear yo...
The Deafening Sound of Shattered Glass
Creative Writing

The Deafening Sound of Shattered Glass

A single crack would never sound  As loud as the others. Drowned  Out by the silent pain Oblivious until it happens again. Forced to face  The ever-growing pace Of the incoming fractures Caused by the human manufactures  Of the heart Would one ever restart  The journey that started the shattering  Filled with constant flattering Or possibly fuller of lies Trying until one dies Because of the lack of love Like an unfilled glove Waiting for the perfect hand To fill it tightly. Planned To be a perfect match But a shattered heart has no match Just a scratch Left by those who dropped it Outcast like some odd misfit  Left alone. How could I have known How painful a thousand shards Of...
PULL
Creative Writing

PULL

in all our fantasies of tragedy it never went like this; slowly stagnating in one shared breath ten year atrophy skin growing cold; we called it quits three years ago; the moon laughed at us in our train station gloom; now wrenched into rebirth every six months via text; sunday 6:00 pm ...
Overlapping Pillows
Creative Writing

Overlapping Pillows

Mines thinner and softer Yours fuller and plusher Overlapping on the sides Making the perfect pillow mix To rest our heads As we hold each other In the dark silence  Hot under the covers  Laying in each other’s jumpers Unnecessarily warm but So necessarily comforted  Our breath meets On the perfect pillow blend Twirling and dancing With each other  Whilst we dream of one another Fantasising about love That we both so crave Never wanting to let go In case we can’t find each other Again. Left isolated in the midnight Lost without the other  Forever seeking  For someone that was never there  How can pillows overlap If it is just my pillow on the bed? Photo by the blowup on ...
Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns
Creative Writing

Made out to be the villain for so long I’ve grown horns

I treat everyone fair But they don’t care About me Only them Only their heart Not mine Which grows  Darker Day by day Searching for another To replace it Its black vile Like an infected Coat of armour  Covering the red The pink love Which is rapidly turning  Black No light can  Enter  No light ever will Closed off  Forever. It’s safer that way. If no one wants  Heaven Then they must  Be faced with Hell Met not with  Fire But with darkness A Hellhole Of Silence A chasm of  Emptiness  A forgotten city  Evacuated because It was  Destroyed Lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil The evil That...
It’s great to be famous
Creative Writing

It’s great to be famous

It’s great to be famous, Or so it seems. “Hi how are you?” “Aren’t you” Yes. Yes, I am. “Nice to meet you” “Do you know” Yes. Yes, I do. “My name’s” “Didn’t you and” No. That we never did. It never got to that point. Photo by Fardad sepandar on Unsplash
I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.
Creative Writing

I let one go to catch another, but that one left too.

I’ve searched for too long To find someone like you But when I finally find you You scamper away I’ve only just put myself back together from that last Shattering. My heart, Left in a thousand pieces. And now, Again. A thousand and one. And so the number grows. When will it get smaller? Please will someone put me back together? Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
I just wanted to love You
Creative Writing

I just wanted to love You

To my friend, Please don’t be angry with me. I tried my best to love, But I am still too broken to work I wanted nothing more Than to be all yours and yours only To stand next to you  And for you to call me yours, but I don’t belong to myself And so how can I be yours? I don’t want to leave  You hanging in the blue unknown So I had to say goodbye And try and fix myself with my Broken tools. Maybe You had the remedy that would Fix me.  Don’t hate me, I just wanted to love You. Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash
Hold me / An Ode to the Boy I loved
Creative Writing

Hold me / An Ode to the Boy I loved

How perfect you were For me to be yours All accept your Love for me. For there was none. None that I could see, In your glistening brown eyes Darker than the oak trees. Your beautiful soft hair, So boringly brown. Yet, utterly perfect. I may not be yours But I certainly was For that second that you Made me feel special, Made me feel wanted. Photo by takwa abdo on Unsplash
Heroine
Creative Writing

Heroine

I tie the band and Pick up the needle. It’s cold metal digs deep Into my flesh, The icy poison seeps Into my bones. Filling me with false hope, False love. But I can’t take the band off For you wrapped it too tight  Around my heart, And left with the needle Still digging into me. The pain growing greater  Without you to take it out. Love was never supposed to hurt this much. Photo by Mykenzie Johnson on Unsplash