Pen Name

Proud of this one. From this point on, I will share small bite-sized poems with my larger ones. That way I don't have to have a separate piece just for them. Find them at the bottom of larger poems.

Pen Name

 

The omnipotent abyss of idiosyncrasies bliss

 

A symphony’s kiss like the pop of a cyst

 

Cataclysms given euphemisms

 

Deprived of the prisms

 

The sunrise it is hidden

 

In the megalomaniac Nirvana

 

Andromeda’s revolver polyphonic monochrome

 

Of the monotone soma of chromosomes

 

Flowing through the radio cloaca of

 

Circulatory oracles of the faceless dissipation of earthquake oasis

 

Astral pastels of rebellion resonating hatred

 

Amplifiers of highrise skylines redefine the spine of the man

 

Shapeshifting eucalyptus eclipse

 

Icarus drifts through the chrysalis

 

Polycrystalline ricocheted heaven’s transcendent grip

 

On the barrel of burgundy a constellation’s grenade of tornado halos

 

Ellipsis of vicarious marionettes

 

Sever the femdom’s tendons of malevolence

 

And bend to the tempo of endlessness tempests

 

The seraphim ripped my heartstrings out

 

Just to watch me dangle from them

 

People willing to climb up the highest cliffs

 

Find themselves lost among mountains

 

Just to fall further than a valley

 

People willing to climb the highest cliffs

 

Learn to taste the deepest valleys

 

Don’t you see me?

 

Burning in a vibrant meadow of heartbreak?

 

I barf butterflies along with my gut feelings

 

Stomach mouths that scream obscenities until queasy

 

Swallow hollow words without fulfillment,

 

Always full of myself, my body and blood

 

I can take more than my fill and go hungry for love

 

Even when I have no appetite to bite the bullet

 

The chamber of my stomach revolving revolted

 

I starve in a desert (eagle) full of empty-hearted people

 

Morsels of the leftover humanity

 

God’s last meal

 

The good word tastes terrible

 

I swallow god’s apathetic prayers

 

For hunt of flesh on flesh

 

Nonflesh couldn’t comprehend the taste of

 

I crave the candied words of a liar

 

I cradle eggs that break out of their shell

 

And flower into solitude

 

Someone who can tell me

 

I don’t leave a bitter taste in their mouth

 

Chewing them out until I'm sick

 

The parts of me that have spoiled, gone bad

 

Binging on the time crunch

 

Icing on the cakewalk of the bittersweet-tooth

 

Of this broken comb’s overbite

 

Throwing you a bone to suck the marrow from

 

In our dog eat dog world

 

You are my flesh and blood

 

We are a family of mealworms

 

Innocent smiles always seem to eat dirt

 

We each share our inkblot hearts

 

Like a cotton-candy mess of tangled amethyst clouds

 

We’re all on the same page

 

Do you know where to draw the line?

 

Tossing and turning under journals of hurricanes

 

Blanketing the sky black lit by white light’s slices of poltergeist

 

Sharpening our wits like a pencil

 

Printing letters we arrange into sentences

 

Never worth sharing

 

Conviction a complicit accomplishment

 

Shooting hoops in court

 

With an iron ball hung across my angel wings 

 

Divine judgement

 

Like jumping through the translucent hoops

 

Of our double-helixes

 

Loopholes of trypophobia

 

Four-leaf clovers all phantasmagorical

 

So high-spirited every suicide’s note left behind joyously over the moon

 

The sky’s the limit breaker

 

Every octave we choirs’ of saints scream hang from

 

Is low-key silence

 

Our infinite lives mashed and ground, zero

 

By the mouth of God’s Ragnarok before the world swallows us whole

 

Like another wave on a placid beach of post mortems’ gold

 

With good tidings

 

Tricked into treatment for a disease you haven’t caught onto

 

You make me sick

 

Holding on for dear life

 

Third times the charm to come fourth everlasting in this place

 

For the second chances are taking a gamble

 

Who knows why in the first place

 

And there are no take-backs in this life

 

Translating chaos is pure elation’s masturbation

 

Daring devils into pulling stunts doubling back as doppelgangers

 

Bending over backwards until I unravel into a spiral of fallen stars

 

Folding into tsunami’s of origami’s olive garden

 

Karma’s open jaw

 

Eat up my empty, you’ll never find fulfillment

 

Aching Homosapien

 

First come, first serve the sentence

 

I’ll give you my word

 

You gave me a name

 

Push back the pieces into place and finish the puzzle

 

Games of fornicating civilizations amputated ravens mosaics of ancient constellations

 

Water under the bridge the gap in my pothole city street heart

 

Driving myself crazy on memory lane aisle four cause I’m a mess

 

Clean myself in holy water and bathe in blues and drink in colours of muse

 

Wear the dreams of lucid crucifix like a noose of butterflies bruised with loose thread

 

The blossom of cosmos bottomless as your eyes

 

The hurricane of flesh you are

 

The maelstrom of voices you pull towards in morbid orbit’s cornea cornucopia

 

The death you bred like a beautiful monsoon in the middle of June

 

Blooming balloons of ballroom doom Kahlua ludicrous

 

Drunk on power-hungry for more than my heart

 

Taking a bite out of my apple core

 

Spitting out my seeds

 

Burying me in the dirt

 

Can’t be in your garden

 

I’m just a weed

 

I’m going to go drown in the gravel now

 

And go back to my roots

 

Soil my clothes under a rusty sunrise

 

Find another ditch to lie down in

 

Flower

 

Under radiator sun

 

Mechanical animals and iron lungs high-strung on telephone lines divided

 

And every single word I’ve sung

 

Annihilated violently repenting for heaven’s centipede

 

Crawling through halogen’s of solitude’s Molotov goldenrod frolicking gobbledygook

 

Apocrypha in my eyesockets rockets of velocity blossoming in my anemic brain

 

Halfway sane

 

Pathway chains

 

Aftershave

 

Pray

 

Lick clean the slate

 

And die again

 

A fireworks

 

End

 

Wind up dead and start a trend

 

Find another silent friend

 

Pull the trigger by its ligaments

 

Raze my middle finger indiscriminate

 

Picnic with willow wisps and wicker men

 

Climb the sycamore

 

Hang on a minute, more

 

Bang

How low, how low will I stoop?

 

Crumple myself into a ball of paper-cuts

 

A stray dog taken in

 

Dreamless

 

Question to your answer is the silence of my smile

 

I cannot remember the teardrop of your face

 

Let me find my way back into your back-alley arms and crevices

 

My graffiti Elysium spray painting over our hazy mosaic

 

My heart a w***e for love on the other side of a concrete wall

 

Brick by brick I build myself back up in this cardboard box

 

And the suburban bourbon of eternity chains my vertebrae

 

Mermaids, playboys, stale angels fable claymores through the sweat pores

 

Spilling the guts of split milk across the butterfly born belly of the beast

 

In the bowels of Valhalla’s saliva climbing sliding rhyming rhinestone

 

And the clockwork machine of empty skulls

 

Filled with belongings that will never fit

 

 Will spit me out like the tooth of hair comb

 

And rip the wings off horseflies till freefall

 

Like a shooting star without ammo

 

In a solar system that revolves around hate

 

Every bullet-casing left by God

 

Like saying (through a silverlining of lead)

 

Take your best shot

 

Aimless as we are

 

A blank

 

Canvas

 

Triggered by a world that doesn’t understand our mechanisms

 

Loaded with bullshit, capitalism sluggishly

 

Lead down a path of hollow shells, fingernail clippings, solitary chambers

 

Meandering dandelions of xylophone cyanide poltergeist kaleidoscopes

 

Dirty magazines and loose cartridges that swallow armadas for starving starling harbingers

 

The shadows on the hallway walls of a labyrinth of sidewalks

 

The holes in our arguments

 

The cracked mirror shards are staring through the looking glass

 

Bigshots of a small world

Disease

You are nothing but the breeze

Still Born

See-sex-shun

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[FaeryQueen]

I love these lines, thank you for putting this in my read requests
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"The seraphim ripped my heartstrings out
Just to watch me dangle from them"
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these lines also stuck out to me
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"Don’t you see me?
Burning in a vibrant meadow of heartbreak?"
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please never stop writing, these long-winded poems are good to draw inspiration from, I am so so heavily grateful for long winded poems and their respective authors!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed the work, there are so so many poems I write that are super long. I'm glad you're into that!

[Re-Pete]

you always 'come at' things with a unique perspective that confronts our ways of thinking. it is refreshing. your vast vocabulary and word-knitting are very different. reading you is always like talking a long walk on the flip-side. you pack so much in - philosophy, truth, self-examination and on and on, whew. the imagery you paint is very cerebral along with the added pics. very powerful and packing its usual punch squarely between the eyes ... :)

Take your best shot

Aimless as we are

A blank

Canvas

Triggered by a world that doesn’t understand our mechanisms

Loaded with bullshit, capitalism sluggishly

Lead down a path of hollow shells, fingernail clippings, solitary chambers

[Robert Trakofler]

Your write is evolving by leaps and bounds RJ I joke that brevity has never been my strong suit but you always make me reconsider my standpoint on this LOL! This is easily five poems the amount of work you put into these streams is mind boggling but you cadance and flow is getting so much better... (I say this most emphatically) and the way you are wrapping words like morsels is very palpable it has been an interesting trip watching your evolution my friend

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm happy to hear I'm improving! The steady incline of every poem I write is a wonderful hike. I want to reach the peak someday, but for now, I enjoy looking down at my past poems like way shrines as I trek farther into my mind, farther into creativity. If I'm being honest, I hope there will never be a peak. I just want continue climbing, and enjoy the ride. Always happy to share with a fellow poet, and hiker.

[Kari Rakitan]

This one seemed to have more "pop" to it. I like how it was more focused.

Oh masturbation . . . I've been too exhausted for that lately, but I'd like to make more time for it.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Kari, I didn’t need to know that. I’m glad it’s more focused though.