Genesis
- anon
unicorns exist
- anon
​
unicorns were known to tread delicately
dropping like the snowflakes
that fell and danced
on her porch in the winter
but they were never real
they can’t be
they were too mysterious
and untouchable
the little girl watched such
revelations fall beyond her
behind her and below her
and didn’t notice
that a shiny coat of white
and a horny littered with love
was approaching her
behind her back
issue 6: ποιÎω "to make" vol. 1
issue 5: meta
issue 8: mad mellow
Tres de Mayo
- j.r.
​
So willing to wait so long
Rarely captivated, never misguided
Mad man, mad man, mad man!
To ignore each day's breathing beauties
There is no life
There is no time
There is only soul
There is only needy curiosity
The equivalent of an immature anticipation
The equivalent of anxious planning
Complecency at its best
Utter nonsense termed Philosophy
Push here, or push north,
But for fucks sake, push somewhere
The other option is barren!
The beauty in patience is not eternal
Flamethrower Mind
- j.r.
​
When the shivers begin
One is full of thought and insight
One experiences desolation and loneliness,
Desolation and loneliness of the most severe degree
When the shivers begin
One recognizes the time,
One rushes to the money,
One will stop at nothing
When the shivers begin
Bird songs are more pure than silk water
Friendship is missed more than dead love
There is a gripping yearning for satisfaction in arbitrary emotion
When the shivers begin
The mind opens, sways, and absorbs
Hunger sets in
Time extends and extends and extends
He Drives Fast Cars Listening to Slow Jams
- b.d.
​
He provides therapy for misplaced souls
wandering those somber city streets.
His snow white whiskers dance to the song.
His chocolate hands wipe the sweat off his brow
that had somehow escaped from his suede hat.
Each finger dances on the brass that breathes life
into those who need it most.
The smoke in this musty club turns blue,
filling every crevice it finds.
When they are done, the audience weeps,
for they envy the angels’ ignorance.
The music gets bluer but the souls get yellowier
as they waltz in the devil’s silhouette.
Instagratification
- t.n.
​
Paint yourself a life that you
Would want yourself to have
Use broad intentional strokes
With gentle criticisms and
Hurt-your-belly laughs
Paint your life so vivid
That pictures wouldn’t do it justice
You know the kind of moments
Where you’d have to be present
To fully understand the magic
Speak little, that your words
Have time to make an impact
Paint your life so wonderful
Make it the life that
Instagram pretends to have
Afterward
- t.n.
​
We all got a jail cell, man
Mines about 5’9” 160
Smells like smoke cause
My cellmate likes to
It's got these pale speckled walls
And yellowin’ bars from all the nicotine
They ain't let us out in awhile
Been too long since I tasted the sky
I wonder if they forgot about us
Probably for the best if they did
This ain't how I thought life would go
But goddamn it went for sure
And I pissed it all away
Over some no good bullshit
Hanging with wrong folks
They plan to hang me
like they did my daddy
They ain't gon get the chance
Not if I have my two cents about it
Not that I have two cents, or ever will
Again
I'll break out of here, goddamnit I swear.
Even if it kills me. Even if I have to live
Afterwards.
It's been too long since I tasted the sky.
It's been too long.
The End is Nigh-ilistic
- t.n.
​
We live in an era of not being in love and not being together
A time in which we love our things and we use each other
We live in an era of over-prescription and prescription overdoses
Where we can have anything we want with free two day shipping
But we all have anxiety and there’s an epidemic of depression
Broken people living broken lives
Bringing other folks down
To make themselves feel alive
We come from broken homes
With perfect pictures on the wall
Where hearts are broken whole
And nihilism rules all
calm/storm
- anon
angry when i think about you
- anon
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