Submissions by vuxus_tuxsusa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
dry babies
In many desert cities live the Dry babies. Some are entities that can make themselves visible at will, but prefer to live in the shadows of inter-dimension. They are not to be scared of, what they enjoy doing is judging others, complaining, stirring up hatred, for they feed on human destructive emotions, Hate, Anger and Anxiety are to them most delicious. They sometimes show themselves in short glimpses or minutes at a time, big human sized bald babies, covered in heavy dusts, craked dirt and craked skin.
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goat-men
The goat men lurch around, rattling pots on strings. They wear dirty old ragged clothes. Ones that live near desert cities wear hoods to cover their ugly goat heads (they are punished if they do not wear hoods). They are silent most times, but they are well known for their cacophonic, morbid and sad songs at dusk. They carry heavy pots and pans on strings, attached to sticks they carry on their shoulders. Sometimes when they don't feel crowded they rattle their pots spreading the fear and angst of uncertainty.
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Maze
sewers, empty red bowels
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,...
fleshy walls dripping
tunnels into unknown lusts
i am dragged in
on our sides run
dark soily minerals,
we are carried by the shrill
maddening cries of black birds
rust, oil, chemical pools
the pig-squeal of barbwire,
surely this is hell
the neverending pain
long distorted passages
lie here and there
like a dead swans neck,
paths of murder everywhere
behind the armies of monsters
there is a room
painted with blood,
a stately font in it's centre
empty and white,...
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Veja
Beyond the quicksands and deserts, sandy plains and deserts, deserts and endless deserts, lies the endlessfrozen lake. It is the tear of Veja, the astral mother of seed receiving planets such as Earth. It travelled from several points of the universe to form a single drop (the size of the moons diameter) and then fell towards Earth. It has dimension altering powers, it is eternal, where time ending is the end of the universe. It shall remain as a blue fire lantern, millions of times colder than the Sun is hot. Veja shall never be understood nor will her powers, for this is her gift to us,...
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ten men men
The 'men with ten men' are gentlemen appropriately clothed in thin black suits and ties. They wear black pants and black shoes. They are normal with the exception of having the top half of the skull open like a platform to the open air (no blood, just a flat surface that they have from gestation). On these platforms, heads which are covered in healthy pink skin, stand ten men also dressed in black suits but with proper hats and normal skulls. As childs the Ten-Men Men have fully grown men on their heads, but the difference is that they remain seated on the skull platform. The body is...
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insect life
some are born to worms
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we...
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we...
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untitled (2)
i lie under the tables
like the absent memory
of a dead one
floating like the
steam of wet socks
undesired
i curl round your legs
and climb up
to the center of the universe
but you are absent
the world is absent
when i reek of life
behind the veil
of language and laughter
stress and sadness
i grow like a weed
unwanted by rulers
forgotten by the blind
i climb up you
reaching within
provoking within you the unconfortable heat
of melting rock,
the uncertainty of this...
like the absent memory
of a dead one
floating like the
steam of wet socks
undesired
i curl round your legs
and climb up
to the center of the universe
but you are absent
the world is absent
when i reek of life
behind the veil
of language and laughter
stress and sadness
i grow like a weed
unwanted by rulers
forgotten by the blind
i climb up you
reaching within
provoking within you the unconfortable heat
of melting rock,
the uncertainty of this...
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womanx10
Hand on arm
never an armchair of love.
kiss my elbow raw
and I'll lick your gums.
bath me in your hair.
Hand on abdomen
emergency button.
red raw lines blur
redifine arquitecture
of the body.
Stars reconfigure
in your inner lips
your hips hold up
the universe
like amazonian feline fish.
Colossal woman edifice.
I am an ant
I pull on your thin hairs
a love tickle.
but you squash me
quick and simple.
never an armchair of love.
kiss my elbow raw
and I'll lick your gums.
bath me in your hair.
Hand on abdomen
emergency button.
red raw lines blur
redifine arquitecture
of the body.
Stars reconfigure
in your inner lips
your hips hold up
the universe
like amazonian feline fish.
Colossal woman edifice.
I am an ant
I pull on your thin hairs
a love tickle.
but you squash me
quick and simple.
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soundwave sailor
where do you live?
where is your heart?
show me your city.
oh, of course, you are a sailor.
we go down the hills
through the grey mists,
lonely cars murmur past
we traverse the jungle
of buildings and power cables.
there is but one person
bidding us farewell
on the dusty shore,
but you're always facing
the sunset.
the golden crest of
the waves surrounding us,
reflect on your face,
they break and lap
against my mind.
we dissect galaxies,
philosophical geometry,
cut deep into the soul of the...
where is your heart?
show me your city.
oh, of course, you are a sailor.
we go down the hills
through the grey mists,
lonely cars murmur past
we traverse the jungle
of buildings and power cables.
there is but one person
bidding us farewell
on the dusty shore,
but you're always facing
the sunset.
the golden crest of
the waves surrounding us,
reflect on your face,
they break and lap
against my mind.
we dissect galaxies,
philosophical geometry,
cut deep into the soul of the...
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sex
Sex is Italy.
Sex is heat.
Sex is everything.
Sex is anytime.
Sex is death.
Sex is boredom.
Sex is food.
Sex is like
wine for the homeless
you detest so much.
Sex is heat.
Sex is everything.
Sex is anytime.
Sex is death.
Sex is boredom.
Sex is food.
Sex is like
wine for the homeless
you detest so much.
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city lights
failed metropolitan city.
it's a quiet night tonight.
stars struggle to surface from the ocean.
the black sky pours over your buildings.
the freshness of it all is a paradox.
your streets are tred by
weird machines, silly cars,
dumb lights and lost children.
your french-vision artists
colude with numb poets
(with dead fish for pens).
although I have an apathy
towards you,
I must admit that as your young
manage easily to turn a blind eye
to these facts, they altogether
manage to give you a certain...
"feel"....
it's a quiet night tonight.
stars struggle to surface from the ocean.
the black sky pours over your buildings.
the freshness of it all is a paradox.
your streets are tred by
weird machines, silly cars,
dumb lights and lost children.
your french-vision artists
colude with numb poets
(with dead fish for pens).
although I have an apathy
towards you,
I must admit that as your young
manage easily to turn a blind eye
to these facts, they altogether
manage to give you a certain...
"feel"....
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before the music
the ensemble of canons rise
into the clouded sky
missiles erect, tense like
a bass-guitar string,
gas grenades unpinned,
purple breath anxious,
keen rifles gripped firmly
hands and bayonettes in the air...
conductor poised with baton...
into the clouded sky
missiles erect, tense like
a bass-guitar string,
gas grenades unpinned,
purple breath anxious,
keen rifles gripped firmly
hands and bayonettes in the air...
conductor poised with baton...
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