i am of unbelonging
—it is known.
a grotesquerie on display
twist-tangled my limbs
a-jumbled this brain which
says the wrong things
most times and again
a shambling horror
at the threshold outside
creeping and crawling
begging to be let inside
throw the bolt and
lock the latches
set steel to stone
to sharpen your axes
dim the shadows
when given to dawn
safe one more night
from an unbelonging
of which i am known
of unbelonging
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Reunion
Participating in Jolene’s (Chico’s Mom) prompts where the only real rule is that you can’t kill off the main character. Oh, and use the four prompts provided:
- not so Good Samaritan
- vampire
- reunited
- pills
Here is my humble offering below.
Vladimir opened the heavy wooden door on the third knock, as though he’d been expecting this all along. Which, of course, he had been — for eleven years.
“Aldric.” With warmth, arms outstretched. That slight lisp that came with elongated canines. “Come in, come in. You’ll catch your death.”
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Gimme Some Truth (cover) | The Wonder Stuff
“I’m not a Beatles fan, but I am a John Lennon fan.”
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending,
mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth, now
I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric,
paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth, now
Just gimme me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for ropeAmazing, isn’t it, how topical this song is 50 years later?
Stuffies doing their cover of the Lennon song.
That song was always a blast to busk in downtown Minneapolis around 1989.
Did I mention I occasionally did “air guitar performances” while singing (sic) with an empty guitar case? I took great efforts to carefully put the “guitar” back into the case when I was done with my performance.
Okay, singing was probably a bit strong of a word to use here. You get the idear tho’, right?
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Hei, skogkatter • 29jun26
If I have a wee bit of advice to breeders of any type of pet, it is:
There is no such thing as too many photos for the expectant family.
For some weirdos like me, there is no such thing as too much data either — although I have done a very good job of not asking anyone to fulfill my weird data desires/needs (weights, measurements, food types and sources).
We finally got on the radar and received some new pictures of the boys (a bit blurry when they are in motion because of the phone’s camera and lighting quality).
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All that remain
There are times that there is only empty. You could not understand.
Everything ash. Everything dust. You could not understand.
I am weary of silence, but there is no mouth with which to speak to the missing ears which could never hear. You could not understand.
Rivers run my blood in tears from void for eyes, screaming blind. You could not understand.
This is a limbo, something you could never understand.
Piercing pinions stretched for all the night. You could not understand.
That I miss your lips and their wine… You could not understand.
Ribbons are all that remain.
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Zombie Love | Morticia
We can live for eternity
We can live for eternity tonight
Dress of black, face of white
Lips of red, what a frightening sight
Are you ready to try zombie love?
Zombie loveBack in the peak of my 80s “goth” phase, there was an admission I was willing to make — should anyone ask or care to enquire. It was no grand secret:
I did not think that the subculture should be taken too terribly serious.
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steel skies stolen
there are days
i wish it would just
rain & rain & rain
wash everything away
down the drains &
carry us to a place
where we could
finally meet again
you could say, “hey” &
i could say, “hi” &
though we’ve never met
we could be friends
or maybe lovers
like we were before
we fell out of dream
our steel skies stolen,
some days
i wish it would just
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of berry and elder
of berry red and elder
i press my blood there
a thumbprint between
eye and dusk shadow
beauty as naked is
forgive this romance—
your night drawn in
fingerbones alone
i kiss you when you
dare to look away;
beat your heart closer.
i know i know
these are weary ways
to cast in cold
the frost alone
come now,
lead us walk
rose stones to
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of berry and elder
over graves tonight
with deadwood limbs
and ash grey heart
we sing scrimshaw
over graves tonight
daring winter winds
of ripping breath away
a rime of braided rope
ever taut and untamed
salt my lips in evensong
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