
ClonesWhat if we're all ordinary?Clones1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
What if we're the same?
Under the illusion
that we have a different face.
What if we're identical?
A person is a clone?
No such thing as character;
we're all in monotone.
Take out your eyes
and all you'll see is black.
As the being in control
won't let us see the facts.

Noyade aux nympheasNoyade aux nymphéas.Noyade aux nympheas1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Se noyer dans l’étrangeté de son être
Pour oublier ce que nous ne sommes pas,
Pour oublier ce qu’on aurait pu être,
Pour ne plus traîner à genoux ses pas,
Pour n’être plus que cette transparence,
Cette ultime et finale incandescence
D’une lointaine étoile qui se meurt,
Pour simplement ne plus sentir la peur.
Se noyer dans le dedans d’une image
De soi que nous renvoient tous ces miroirs.
Du bout de ses doigts, ouvrir le tiroir
Où se cache tous ces nous d’enfant sage.
Le miroir si noir de l’onde glacée
Et si profond tout ce néant du vide.
Le vent léger en à peine une ride
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I Shall Not Be LostI shall not be lost to theI Shall Not Be Lost2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
earth or to the air.
Place me in a starry lady's
wispy silver hair.
For she shall not be forgotten,
her face never lost to men.
Make me a glory angel,
remembered with every silent amen.
Stick me in the sky,
where heroes of old are lain.
If you promise me this now,
I shall never sin again.
For here I am unnoticed,
believed to be unneeded.
Help me show that I am great,
So that for once, I may be heeded.

Notes from the Kuiper BeltMerfolk know wellNotes from the Kuiper Belt2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of the Man in the Moon
of his stories that
pull at the sea.
Deep Impact looks
at the blueness below
and wonders if
it could be free.
Merfolk look up
(in the night) at the brightness
that's hanging there
oxygen-high.
Stardust is silent
past Eta Aquarids
and wishes for death
with a sigh.
Merfolk know nothing
of carbon and cobalt and
copper, except
that they shine.
Lyrids, past Jupiter,
scream above sharks who are
circling,
ready to dine.

Human Distortionyou're scattered across the tableHuman Distortion2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you're misplaced in the sheets
you sing and put everyone to sleep
lull with sedation and liquid dreams
we can forget the things we've seen
we can forget the monsters we've been
like maggots infesting your skin
we're digging through so let us in
you could be free of everything
dazed and abused
you're free of everything
when the time is up
it will pick us up
then throw us down
we'll wear its crown
open our mouths to drown
in its milk and honey
we're fake made of plastic
we're fucked and sick
i think we have a bad habit
like nomadic addicts
how did we get this bad?