Good news everyone! I’ve launched a SoundCloud page. It’s my absolute honour to read And It’s Summer by @lowercasename, a poet whose work has inspired me for years, and one of my dearest friends. Try not to cry. Or don’t.
The second poem, Reunion, is a new one by me, where I bravely step into the treacherous waters of multilingual poetry by using a grand total of one Greek word.
The incredible portrait shot is by Melbourne photographer @theriverthe_rain as part of a shoot entitled Persephone.
Link in bio. Happy listening!
a poison that lingers within your veins
got you pleading on your knees
silence them as you scream
but their voices slit like a beam
no amount of morphine can ease
your self, you can never redeem
words and image by #paradoxinabyss
Я всего то немного ошиблась,
А ты взял и ошибку учёл.
Раз я в жизни своей оступилась,
И уже не исправить её?
Не совсем это ,милый мой , честно!
Не такое прощала тебе.
Неужели не интересно,
Что сейчас у меня на душе?! Этот взгляд. Я как будто преступник.
Не пугай меня дорогой.
Я твой самый преданный спутник,
А ты смотришь как будто чужой.
Почему же теперь нет прощения?
Ты серьёзно бросаешь меня ?!
А когда то была я спасеньем
У тонущего с тобой корабля.
Meet me at midnight
in the forest of my dreams.
We’ll make a fire
and count the stars
above the trees. ✨
1 13 minutes ago
to the children of the night,
cursed to the light,
despite a long day,
they will love you anyway.
I have wishes for November
but my nude chin is short of no charms,
actually it's Movember,
but my voice is yet to break the chords,
my hands have no grip on the razor
yet I stand alone compliant to your terms,
so when you need a favor,
let me be the headline of your recent calls.
life is the moments we share,
I've rented in your arms,
we're only one in a pair,
one till the kingdom comes.
@theforeignlands Grown Enough //LNSD
many hopes and dreams sleeping in blood puddles.
no mastermind to call the play;
no quarterback to save the day.
walking around in trances,
unwilling to take chances..
the wrong move could mean we don't eat the next day.
my culture was left to the vultures.
they grind us up for crust,
bake our bodies then masquerade "In God We Trust." but trust this.. if you eat me,
i'll poison you from the inside.
i move like i have lion pride,
while my ego remains atom size.. the basis of all being,
it's everywhere.. yet you don't see it.
you talk a mouthful but you won't want to eat this,
history will repeat this.
with every moment being history,
i repeat this.
i will never die.
I Will Never Die.
kill my body i've already sparked the next mind.
they left my culture to the vultures.
capitalistic but maybe not to their own falter,
they probably had something to prove to their own fathers.. but now we lay as sacrificial lambs at the altar.
where are we?
why do we lie here to be eaten?
the whips have been ripped apart,
yet i still feel beaten.. you don't know what you don't know,
but if you don't know your history,
they'll repeat it.
like it's a new secret with a new twist.
so i'm not sure what to recommend you,
but this just in.. we're all still on the menu.
so either we learn to cook,
or be another burned history book.
they left our culture to the vultures.. i hope i'm not the only eagle.
1 2383 hours ago
I’m coming back to see you again, sweetheart @heybelianjessica ❤️💍 no miles could ever keep us apart. We will always come back to one another, and someday, we’ll be together forever.
My book ‘Sad Birds Still Sing’ is on sale via the link in my bio!! Get it while it’s cheap!! Much love.
117 119074 hours ago
My new book “Love Notes” is now available on Amazon with “The Beautiful Truth” & “The Beautiful Life.” Link in bio. Thank you all for your support. It means everything. Follow @markanthonypoet