Submissions by IMAGO (Viwe Lugongolo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't make sense but I sure rhyme
Proverbial The Polytheism
It's jungle out there:
howls and roars
Love is in the air,
now is the time to soar.
My self-slavery is of my free will,
When it comes to the heart-
it's either steal or be still.
I won't let you,
out off my sight,
The window begins to cry-
feeling ostracized.
howls and roars
Love is in the air,
now is the time to soar.
My self-slavery is of my free will,
When it comes to the heart-
it's either steal or be still.
I won't let you,
out off my sight,
The window begins to cry-
feeling ostracized.
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given or intake
so you heard-
in reference to the quaking of worlds,
lies a deep desire to be still
and incoherently laughter evokes destructured leisures
estranged celestial being,
making contact
with the embers of my conscience
in reference to the quaking of worlds,
lies a deep desire to be still
and incoherently laughter evokes destructured leisures
estranged celestial being,
making contact
with the embers of my conscience
55 reads
1 Comment
Pity Party Pooper
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elbow beverage
There is a bulging cloud between your ears
and if your skull is the sky,
and the moon your smile
then galaxies
are formed
in the way
we breathe
and if your skull is the sky,
and the moon your smile
then galaxies
are formed
in the way
we breathe
67 reads
3 Comments
Blow Ever Age
My heart is
a hat that beheaded
spiders are too spineless
to wear
How can you push
the envelope
when I parted with the stamps
Reptile skull
Sex quite dull
Step right up
but keep a low profile
Melt my mind
with your so-so
smile
a hat that beheaded
spiders are too spineless
to wear
How can you push
the envelope
when I parted with the stamps
Reptile skull
Sex quite dull
Step right up
but keep a low profile
Melt my mind
with your so-so
smile
63 reads
2 Comments
Reionization
A living day
and a d3ad month
hours mourn
s3conds lost
Y3ars b3com3 ill3r
w33ks grow w3ary
Th3s3 ar3 th3 living days
and d3ad months
Ag3s sp3ak volum3s
Tim3 mak3s hand g3stur3s
and a d3ad month
hours mourn
s3conds lost
Y3ars b3com3 ill3r
w33ks grow w3ary
Th3s3 ar3 th3 living days
and d3ad months
Ag3s sp3ak volum3s
Tim3 mak3s hand g3stur3s
68 reads
4 Comments
polyp
someone
who writes about flowers
how their natural beauty
inspires her own
to grow
and eventually die
her smile,
like white petals
falling to the ground
who writes about flowers
how their natural beauty
inspires her own
to grow
and eventually die
her smile,
like white petals
falling to the ground
62 reads
4 Comments
Piles
unravel
life is a hospital bed
and pride is the medicine
piles,
and piles of pills
in and out like a needle
people in my life are like gauze
love is an institution
pain visits
on the periphery of numbness
sedate me
handle me with care like a specimen
don't give a shit
life is a hospital bed
and pride is the medicine
piles,
and piles of pills
in and out like a needle
people in my life are like gauze
love is an institution
pain visits
on the periphery of numbness
sedate me
handle me with care like a specimen
don't give a shit
50 reads
2 Comments
Powder Cake
so many words are nestling inside of my mind
I tried to save the best for you
but I am hopeless at saving
and as the back of each heart slams against the wall of dreams,
I try to hang on to taunting bliss
I tried to save the best for you
but I am hopeless at saving
and as the back of each heart slams against the wall of dreams,
I try to hang on to taunting bliss
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(hose)(pith)(hole)
You get all kinds of nasty here
coughing guilt
upon clouds
of unawareness
ache is compassionate
yet never leaves
disused
holes where all flesh ends up
the needle forgets
coughing guilt
upon clouds
of unawareness
ache is compassionate
yet never leaves
disused
holes where all flesh ends up
the needle forgets
56 reads
1 Comment
Pictish Stoned
Too many drastic measures
lives on the line
I want to protect but
I too am a victim
My friends are casualties
and my deathbed is a novelty
Too many different leisures
lives on the line
Living amongst lepers
and I share the symptoms
My friends are casualties
and my deathbed is a novelty
This ocean of bodies
is an intimate warzone
Sinking alongside exuberant sediments
I'm humouring myself
My friends are a death penalty
lives on the line
I want to protect but
I too am a victim
My friends are casualties
and my deathbed is a novelty
Too many different leisures
lives on the line
Living amongst lepers
and I share the symptoms
My friends are casualties
and my deathbed is a novelty
This ocean of bodies
is an intimate warzone
Sinking alongside exuberant sediments
I'm humouring myself
My friends are a death penalty
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Wrecking Ball
A few short stares
I am a building
Falling apart,
brick by brick
Shattered windows
Decaying walls
The roof is leaking,
only in a manner of speaking
A few short stories,
foretold by mould
The last roach has left the building
Demolished
Falling apart,
brick by brick
Lonely pigeons on the rooftop
No room
for improvement
I am a building
Falling apart,
brick by brick
Shattered windows
Decaying walls
The roof is leaking,
only in a manner of speaking
A few short stories,
foretold by mould
The last roach has left the building
Demolished
Falling apart,
brick by brick
Lonely pigeons on the rooftop
No room
for improvement
56 reads
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