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cryptonature · 2 months
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If you've never listened to my podcast, the episode I just posted might not be a bad place to start.
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definegodliness · 2 months
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With a cameo by Storm Louis at the end.
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Vision
A new leaf unfurls, shimmering Pristine and lime green, Steadfast, and doubtless in the Mathematical perfection of nature's Origami.
Pretty little thing.
All too easily overlooked In the short lived process Of its existence, as such.
Soon, this leaf, too, will turn Dark and dull, Yet sturdy and fully functional; Anonymous among its kin, so, swallowed By the entirety that is survival.
Yet now, still,
It is a vision of purity.
I dwell on this — my incessant Yearning purity; grounds keeper home In the graveyard Of my soul, Where candlelight burns In the darkest nights So that the eulogies, collected, May remain legible.
The tomes in here contain Dust-ridden truths, I rarely revisit, But when the wind decides To leaf through their pages I cannot help but glance a bit:
Hope —
Hope is a symbiont of the dead, It grows even on ossified bones And as such it needs not my attention To remain.
I ponder this.
Were I more reckless, I would add:
"What more, virulent And constricting hope becomes When given too much time under sun; How its roots then thirst and beg; How its tendrils latch at throats and Seek to squeeze out Just one tear To nurture the only fruits it may bear; Despair And dejection."
Please do not mistake the winter hardiness Of my resignation For the rot of cynicism.
Hope, symbiont of the dead, Merely stems from the past; It is the residual waste Of a moment, captured and recognized As a timeless truth For the length of its Experience.
However, such truths rarely live on for long In us, mortal beings.
They are malformed By our defining, and analyzing When we cease to live within them, and start Remembering.
Timeless truths are better left buried.
This is why I do not pick up the pen To ruin the tome with my temporary Imaginations.
One does not disturb the soil where Once stood a rose To once more see Its petals.
One can only respectfully maintain the earth Wherein it lays buried.
A leaf unfurls, Pristine and lime green; I dare not touch it due to its fragility.
What a pretty little thing.
This is what love Means to Me.
--- 14-2-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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thelightningbottler · 7 months
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Where do we go?
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irregular-x · 1 year
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I find myself standing
Under the million bullets that fall
where the rain comforts me
Like fire down in my heart
I sometimes remember
That time she left
An astounding death
Where the fireflies became deaf
Silver headed white cotton eyed deer
Malignant forces upon my fear
Bronze skin upon my heart
I will remember 
I will remember
That day of fear - Irregular.x
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alexandratheangel · 1 year
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You know why I like being high?
So here
I cough a little and that sucks
And maybe I can't fully sit my head up
Because it feels so goddamn heavy
And my neck is stressed
And maybe my hands are numb
So yea it's hard to type
But I feel so good
Like that shit just won't bug me
I think I have lock jaw
But it doesn't hurt as bad
And I haven't received a text from him
Since I told him how I felt
That doesn't hurt as bad either
My mom isn't around
But right now it doesn't feel as empty to be without her
Nothing goes away
It's there
But I don't have to feel it
Think it
Lie with it
Cry for it
Feel rage towards it
I can be
And rationalize
Reminisce on things I never thought would leave
And feel a little happy about it
About something from back then
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flamelightoffcl · 2 years
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There he is! A huge shout out to the wonderful Marko Saaresto from Poets , amazing vocal accomplice on Worlds Into Words. Thank you again, Marko, for bringing part of the poems to life with your voice.
★ Worlds Into Worlds, Flamelight’s debut audio poetry album ★ Available for streaming + download on all major platforms.
Here, feat. a Flamelight shirt just made for the occasion, as a small thank you for the immense treasure that is this audio collab.
#flamelight #flamelightoffcl #markosaaresto #markopoets #poetsofthefall #potf #album #aufiobook #worldsintowords #audio #spotify #itunes #applemusic #tidal #amazonmusic
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thesakuraink-lyrics · 9 months
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Missed the livestream? You can watch the replay and celebrate the release of my microchapbook “Finally: The Mixtape” all over again!
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And don’t forget to get your copy of my microchapbook “Finally: The Mixtape” by going to the link here:
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hotwraithbones · 2 years
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reading a short excerpt from the intergalactic legal memorandum section of my new book “x( )-id</3” (Trickhouse Press ‘22) 👽
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xushima · 2 years
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— Paul Éluard
Disse-to pelas nuvens Disse-to pela árvore do mar Por cada onda pelos pássaros nas folhas Pelos calhaus do ruído Pelas mãos familiares
Pelos olhos que se volvem rosto ou paisagem E o sono dá-lhe o céu da sua cor Por toda a água da noite Pelas linhas das estradas Pela janela aberta por uma fronte descoberta Disse-to pelos teus pensamentos pelas tuas palavras
Toda a carícia toda a confiança sobrevivem.
Read by: Elsa Pires Cabral
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cryptonature · 29 days
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New Episode of The CryptoNaturalist Podcast
Episode 58: Ghost Flies is out now in the usual podcast haunts or at CryptoNaturalist.com. What counts as a ghost is, perhaps, open to interpretation. Thanks to Steve Shell from Old Gods of Appalachia for voicing today's field report. Featuring poetry from Emilie Lygren.
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lqntd · 1 year
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Déjate ser
Pertenece al libro: Heridas: Amor y desamor. Disponible en: https://amzn.eu/d/3Hg0uOR
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dianalelis · 1 year
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MINDFUL EXPLORATIONS exhibiition by ASTE opening performance by D/z/EJAS @  KKKC Klaipeda, 2022 Visit: https://www.kkkc.lt/
D/z/EJAS is an artist duo – text and media artist Diana Lelis + musician and media artist Raivo Mihailovs – the electric sounds of the modular synth wrapping around the poetics and its plural nature. ELECTRO-POESY!
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bridgetbeswick · 2 years
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Finality
'Finality' - my final poem in this weekly series but hopefully not my final poem.
For an audio-visual experience of this poem, see below: Where are the lines that I need right now, stuck in the moments slipping through my fingers. * Like the final chapter in a favourite book, I see if I can read one word at a time, stretch this part for as long as it has taken to get here. * Although this has ended, the end makes way for something new. * The final…
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panrita · 2 years
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here is listen to my audio poem on reading a less beauty words on The Sõna, click the link to listen immediately.
i hope u'll like it.
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alexandratheangel · 1 year
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Cold
Its a little wet outside right now.. Its a tad bit cold, but im still breathing strong Exasperating my last little bit just to know its me still in there, just to know its who i recognize The person ive been fighting for 24 years, its me the girl that has seen life many times before
The person whos been through it all but still not enough, not enough for the world to leave me alone To leave me in peace to find what i was born for, showing me the true nature of it all the hard and the fall the glory of the existing life and the ending paradise
The killing of joy the strengthening of will the care for so much and the freedom from everything else
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flamelightoffcl · 6 months
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“We step through mirrors, lift the veils,
Your name a sigil and a sign…“
- Checkmate, from:
Flamelight - Worlds Into Words (audio poetry album)
Today the veil theme seems fitting, for on this day of the year, as the old sayings go, the veils between worlds become thin…
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