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Fireflies by Bryianzum, literature

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Fireflies

The night falls fast The air is close A breeze is near The earth is warm The grass is damp The skies are clear A flower’s scent The insects chant The stars appear A fire burns And light returns Though you’re not here - An old flame sparks Cuts through the dark So cavalier Lasts long enough To draw my eye Like yesteryear I’ve seen the light Flare in the dark Then disappear It’s happened once It’s happened twice It perseveres - It echoes back To bygone paths I’d once revered Sweet summer nights And lovely rites I thought sincere We’d spun until The streaks had made The sky unclear Until I s

Just Not A Long One by Bryianzum, literature

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Just Not A Long One

Reverse the zipper flow in another language to emphasize shrugging off the hope you lose when the day does not arrive. Incarcerated in the ground, from that panic stop you thought unwise, clouds in the forest, fire in the sky, tree reflections in glassy eyes, we’re drifting through a misty heat too hot to leave you satisfied. Not even death can make it right when the silence dies in another sigh; count by two, put the marionettes to bed, too late, you stop and ask me why: will you blow the whistle. We only will in the walls?

Drain by Bryianzum, literature

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Drain

Nothing to show for what you’ve done? There’s no denying that it’s wrong; you’ve earned it more than anyone by wanting it too long. There’s no denying that it’s wrong you tried to live without something by wanting it too long. You took the past for granted, though. You tried to live without something to keep it all intact. You took the past for granted, though, and then the past came back. Nothing to show for what you’ve done to keep it all intact, and then the past came back; you’ve earned it more than anyone.

Cemetery Blanket by Bryianzum, literature

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Cemetery Blanket

idle hands fingerprint an empty glass can’t decide whether to put it in her old room as you rationalize what you can no longer put right can’t wash the clothes that still smell like her ready to wrap yourself in the sheets and let go can’t shake the moment when she slept with everyone she’d ever met staring her in the face the unforeseen can take away everything can’t remember the last time you felt good about anything a cold breath on your fingers as wrinkles fill the page can’t stop dwelling on the varicose veins autographing your leg you used to imagine how you’d feel when the worst thin

Memory Recession by Bryianzum, literature

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Memory Recession

you can convince yourself of anything as you watch the strings sew you in you weigh the cost of everything while imagining more than what is yours you walk a narrowing path following the lure to get ahead until you no longer know how much is too much, how little not enough and that’s how it gets you when we’re all cut loose and fall away a fight to the top that corrupts a middle in a search for the king of the bottom a life pulled apart by a string that undoes the stitching around everything

Ghoul by Bryianzum, literature

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Ghoul

ill-gotten gains fuel injection in the veins unsure of which stains are mine, I burn my clothes other people’s lives have a sinister motion as they swim around the walls of what I recall rock salt peppered in dead skin improving the taste as my teeth sink in to the bone I prayed for one of those nights where I had the chance to die at home but this intercepted transfer had no return address get back to me I’ll get back to you even if I was sure I’d have forgotten about it tomorrow a ghost taps his fingers on the table inducing a post apocalyptic mood on an island of regret where you’re nothing on your own in slee

Threshold by Bryianzum, literature

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Threshold

the city lights stop your sleep at night you find escape 'neath a forearm drape another day where it gets worse your mind unspooling in reverse awake with your worst enemy a consciousness in clarity you close your eyes on recollection the darkness moves in false directions and after all the dramamine you dream the in-between you need to find the zero space eradicate what won’t erase when drifting into new frontiers the words don’t come out clear you’re living in a fantasy replacing hope in atrophy it’s how you cope with what you’ve got a terrifying thought spinning down, fall from the top and bottom out, ye

House of Mirrors by Bryianzum, literature

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House of Mirrors

you feel the power change flashes as the lights go out the candle sweats in the window the flame glows across the roof shingles under the covers the illusion of safety as you fell asleep something went wrong air rushes into the house kick the sheets off the bed a silk curtain shivers as the wall stirs heavy breathing through dirty teeth the hall is uninviting its silence beckons the door eases shut behind you panic

Underground Valley by Bryianzum, literature

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Fireflies by Bryianzum, literature

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Just Not A Long One by Bryianzum, literature

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Just Not A Long One

Drain by Bryianzum, literature

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Drain

Cemetery Blanket by Bryianzum, literature

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Cemetery Blanket

Memory Recession by Bryianzum, literature

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Memory Recession

Ghoul by Bryianzum, literature

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Ghoul

Threshold by Bryianzum, literature

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Threshold

Underground Valley by Bryianzum, literature

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Solipsism by Fellwolf, literature

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Solipsism

I miss the rules of that world. I miss linear time and three dimensional space. I miss the place where ‘I’ had meaning. It was your world. You built it to your own rules. I know that now. But I didn’t then. It is as futile as missing a dream. It was beautiful in its transience. You were never there, then? No. Then why do you care? Because all you can ever know, all that can ever be meaningful, are the contents of your own mind. Because you can never tell what is real and what is dream. Because maybe there is no difference between the two. Because you can make something from nothing and mourn the loss of that which was ne

Childish things by Fellwolf, literature

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Childish things

If hurting is a sign of healing, We should have been whole again Long since. Sometimes, I think we cling to these deformities; Hiding behind old wounds That once wept trust And couldn't be patched by innocence. Once I believed in a language that represented thoughts And in smiles that reflected hearts- But everyone has forgotten they wear masks And cannot be honest even if they try. Once I believed in people with futures- But now the future seems to lead to the past And I've forgotten where we started. And I wonder how much longer it will take to get better When I finally decide to let myself recover.

Everything dreams of flying by Fellwolf, literature

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Everything dreams of flying

'What happens now?' He mouths, but 'I can't do this' his eyes whisper In tears that trickle down my neck. And I wonder when it came to this, Stolen moments on train platforms As we feel the future's impersonal gaze Tearing us apart. I saw a bird in the road today; It's body was flat, but It's wings uplifted, And I know how it feels to think you're flying. And the question still hangs.

Future Spring by Fellwolf, literature

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Future Spring

Spring: noun, archaic; Once used to describe the months March through May collectively. Fallen out of use circa 2020AD When our ancestors destroyed the surface And thence moved into the shelter of the Earth. Images associated with Spring included Fresh grass (SEE grass, weeds) covering the land, Small yellow birds emerging from eggs And 'lambs frolicking in fields': Now, of course, meat is grown in vats And such images are defunct, Evoked only by poets and writers of fiction. Spring: noun; Metal coil of any size Found within the engines of most machines Used to further science, Thus giving us a better life today

Inside a Chloroform Snow Globe by infernosilver, literature

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Inside a Chloroform Snow Globe

breath comes with a distinct taste of trepidation every inhalation invoking a lone bagpipe caroling the closing hymn for my funeral lungs runneth over with white-out & safety pins reminiscent of an asphyxiating animal seen as oncoming headlights burning through a blizzard each one the specter of an EKG rebroadcast in a pale curtain of grey haze that hot stare cutting through the cloud cover examining me intensely & intently from the other side of the screen harshly hypnotic, yet quietly compelling i watch myself being watched by a lightning box in the role of my own electric reflection quite disconcerting, but certainly challen

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I by a-to-z, literature

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I

let's adorn ourselves with camouflage it's fun to play inside a mirage hidden beneath this sillouette guise nothing can see but our hungry eyes show me a freeze-framed, hollow smile one spread out thin with a chipper guile wear emerald windows painted grey for the sunlight must come in today i've put on my fractured mask before it soothes the pain that you've ignored this guilded glass diverts reflection my hiding place from all affection such honesty comes when nighttime falls when subsonic whispers coat these walls three words could shatter your bones tonight subtract the reaction, who knows... i might.

Lighting the Torch of Xeper by infernosilver, literature

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Lighting the Torch of Xeper

Hemispheres in stone uncoiling Emerging from the hidden half of the moon I approach your world Across the pale void of space Descent through the nightsky Upon Lucifer's blazing wings In glorious flight, eclipsing Sothis An eclipse and a union Radiant with the flares of Sirius The Mother Jackal lashes her many tongues With a shrieking cacophony of ethereal howls Beautiful damnation symphony… I have come from the next world To seek the fire To collect the flame To summon my brethren Typhonian spirits And guide them back to uncreation When you stare deep into the chasm of space Searching the emptiness of galaxies From far beyo

Water Spiders by rainbowtohell, literature

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Water Spiders

I dream of Veronica & her spindly legs, soaking hair. So many thoughts to put in prose but poetry makes the body so vulnerable, opening itself in a showcase window, crying: "Look at me! Take me, but please, I beg, don't make it hurt." Your fingers are like water spiders, floating with the grace humans are too heavy to own. My own tongue is not nearly as quick as your fast-witted eloquence & elegance. You laugh at me when I tell you you're beautiful, but how else am I supposed to infer to you the awe the bistre of your eyes inflicts on me? Brown may be an ordinary color but your eyes are luminescent, irridescent,

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Valence by Bryianzum, literature

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Valence

Planks worn by the sea, And the moon to guide us. "The world was forged with blue and silver this night." As I look at her, we both stop. My eyes steady, I softly shake my head. "There is but blue in your eyes." She is speechless as I continue forward. In the distance, the sea rushes into the sand. "And it would seem the light could not spoil your blush." "Nor the charm of your tongue." We both smile. Each building we pass is empty Except for the wind passing through the frames. It's so quiet And there's nothing else to see in the sky. "It would be no revelation if your bearing was heedless." "You speak so effusively." She smiles fea

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Deviant for 20 years
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My Bio

A lousy poet and middling novelist, but a damn good video store clerk.

Favourite Visual Artist

H.R. Giger, Francis Bacon, Storm Thorgerson, Paul Sylbert, Emmanuel Lubezki, Nestor Almendros, Hotye van Hoytema.

Favourite Movies

Ghostbusters, Videodrome, Eraserhead, Dawn Of The Dead (1978), Network, Jacob's Ladder, Star Trek VI, Hard Boiled, The Vanishing (1988), Zodiac, In The Bedroom, Foxcatcher, Ex Machina, The Witch, Blade Runner 2049.

Favourite TV Shows

Twin Peaks, Star Trek, Venture Brothers, Game of Thrones, Six Feet Under, Breaking Bad, True Detective, and the Philadelphia Flyers.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Talking Heads, Tame Impala, !!!, The Zombies, Ben Folds, Tame Impala, Bernard Edwards & Nile Rodgers.

Favourite Books

Siddhartha, Earth Abides, The Forever War, Timequake, The View From The Bridge, Flowers For Algernon, Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Childhood's End, Final Cut, Cat's Cradle, On Filmmaking.

Favourite Games

Silent Hill 1&2, Soldat, Age of Empires II, Starcraft, Freelancer, Left 4 Dead, Project Zomboid, FTL.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation 3, PC.

Tools of the Trade

Computer, Pen, Keyboard.

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Bryianzum

May 30, 2019

Valediction

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Hi. It's no secret that I no longer contribute to this community. At this point, most of the people I knew have likely quit, deleted their accounts, been banned, or simply drifted away. I don't blame them. Sooner or later, everything outlives its usefulness. In spite of my passions and aspirations, I think I've always been a third-rate poet. Following a 30-day blowout, I only cranked out five more submissions in the ensuing ten years, abandoning the form for other pursuits. When the subject of writing poetry was raised, I'd admit I was no longer capable of thusly channeling my "talent". I still feel that way. In the years since my last sign

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Bryianzum

May 29, 2019

I am active.

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Bryianzum

Jul 22, 2013

My book is published!

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After months of toiling in the editing/submitting/publishing process, my first novel is now ready for pre-orders on Amazon: Life After: The Arising It comes out August 23rd, 2013. Here's the synopsis: "In a scientific and spiritual sense, humanity has its world ordered, but that order slowly descends into chaos when something defies the tenets of both, leaving the events of human history divided into life before and life after the bodies of the dead began to reanimate. College student Jeff Grey comes home to be confronted by something he'd only read about in fiction and seen in movies: Zombies. Despite lungs beset by asthma and a total lack

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Brilliant work, sir!

Ah... it was a glitch, everything is normal now, very sorry for spamming your page... haha I would delete these comments if I knew how to ._. Good luck with your poetry

I couldn't write a good poem if my life depended on it lol I should come and read one of your poems some time : 3

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Yeeyy Thank you! xD

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Fellwolf

Apr 16, 2009

Just got round to reading all your comments, and I must say I'm pretty flattered! When my dissertastion is in I will reply properly to individual comments and catch up with your work

Bryianzum

Apr 16, 2009

Take your time, because I certainly took mine!