Tag: poetry
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“depersonalization blues”
these are the lengths you drove me to I don’t write verses anymore, I write indictments I built a twisted empire out of everything you weretoo afraid to touch in all of the places I knew you’d never look, and there, in the shadows, I waitedyou did exactly what I wanted you to do. anger…
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“watchman”
I am the blank space you seek in your sorrownothing less and sadly nothing more you are the shooter and I am the spotterimmortal, ever watchfulkeeping lookout for dangers you and others cannot seeI am the depth of night, thetiny pauses between your syncopated heartbeatsworking double time. in the end, there will be no place…
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this one is called “sin eater”.
i think you seared ghosts into my bonesdown deep into the marrowand time may be round, but i am forced to remain heresuffering, as all of time’s rivers and streams flow back into meand the specters of all the things you whispered and lies you screamedare made to ride with me tooi am not religious,…
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After a long delay…
I am pleased as punch to announce that the Insomnia Jam Bundle is FINALLY LIVE!!! Pay whatever you can and peruse stories, poetry, zines and even games from a wide variety of creators inspired by the things that keep us up at night. Grab it here. -Allēna
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“to be the lightning”
when the lightning strikes me backand my cracked-cup mind can no longer holdall the subtle fire it’s meant to containfind me at the edge of a cold, dark placei wanted to be the lightning,not simply the bearer of it, but sometimes both dream and nightmareoutpace me and i cannot find my way homeso if the…
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I call this one “song of experience”.
you claim that i’m better than you, when in realityi’m nothing but a practiced poor player who knows how to call fire and gold from nothing but wordsi stand before you and strut and fret my hour upon the stagein much the same way i did since i was a child -and when i became…
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“an exhumation”
your vast hymnals to my divine madnessfail to capture the sum of me -for I AM theology, but pressed into stretches of silencethe wind rattling the wire shared secrets between friends, spinning arms, and if you cannot find my pain, then no -you cannot have my joy at all. -Allēna, 7/18/2025.
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I found a cool as hell prompt series/poetry competition hosted by @poetchaotique on Instagram, and this is my response to no. 13, (a)live. I call it “letter to theseus”. -Allēna
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