Poetry

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They Said They’d Never Sell

26 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Karly

They said they'd never sell, and then they did. Thirty-two coins to float a dividend. The faith we kept in them was what we bid. We watched the treasuries grow, the chorus hid behind a Michael Saylor tweet, and penned: they said they'd never sell, an...

Rendez-Vous with A Demon (Original Poetry)

26 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk

You sat down next to measking superficial questionsI smiled, answered,you continuedall guns blazing. Naive,in good faith,laughingenjoying the stageas you dug deeperknowing exactlywhere and howto siphon the energyrequired to sustain thy petty breath. ...

I spent the night at Angri-La

20 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne

Zelle: [email protected] I spent the night at Angri-LaThe horror there!I thought I saw the shadow of adeath trip,clawing toward the light;the temptation to extinguish it,to conceal myselfin rageso that the death trip wouldn'tsee me, was...

The Hall of Fame (Original Poetry)

19 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk

Ideas,thoughts,connecting the dotshas never been easywhen distracted by the noiseof a ticking clock. I run.I chase.Until I noticehow dreams fade awaywhen you’re engagedin finding the treasuressupposedly hidden in plain sightdecorating life’s maze. Wi...

The Vector Mode Two (VM2)

10 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Will Jones

      Don't worry I was binary before I knew it too. Devante Swing I often listened to I browned was still treated as that shoe polish and that emu. Of a woman's grace I had no clue. I was saturated in an enigmatic view before I knew I enjoyed that...

The air was warm and monkey

6 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne

Zelle: [email protected] The air was warm and monkey.Carrots perched upon my shoulder,mimicking the donkey.I must have been singing in thewrong key.Does the cow drink scum milkdirectly from the honkey?Can you hear me humming, now?Who wil...

A Broken Tombstone

4 Jun 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne

Zelle: [email protected] When I die I want a broken tombstone,Marble, rottenwhite,With the patina and consistencyof moonlight.***When I die I want a brokentombstone,A guardian angel of glowing neonboneleaning like a petrified ghostOn the...

The Firmament (Original Poetry)

29 May 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk

The ice wallkeeps magnetism under control.Are you willing to question the narrativeand step out of your comfort zone? A vast ocean of thoughtsas above, so belowand the Dome you perceivecontinues to glow. Transitioning from the known landsto other gor...

The Weeping Anarchist

24 May 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne

Zelle: [email protected] The anarchist is weeping.The toy store issleeping;There is a madman full of dirtytreats,Wandering the trees,Pondering thestreetsIn search of the existenceOf actually Nothing. The anarchist is weeping.There is a...

A screeching tire shouts for joy

24 May 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Nathan Payne

Zelle: [email protected] Rough trip. Also amazing. Too far and fast to count. I need fingers, singers, Stars. The ride is violently humbling And morally horrific.  Faced with the self, the self freaks out and does donuts in the parking l...