KWSN

Anavigable

ripe fruit clings to sterile vines
bursting with inebriated grins
pavement rivers flow nearby
merchant ships brush crooked shins

sex in streetclohes superceded
by everpresent partial shed
of the form that lurches limply near
tainting where the children tread

melting pasts have spines split open
by melting presents twice as full
encompassed by spiraling fluid mosaic
silent flowing alcohol

fluids of a forgotten night
borne by an anavigable tine
(on a fork of barren life)
semen, saliva; water, wine

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Jam

im not a poetry guy, but great stuff

KWSN

hm... been mulling it over... i think that a full explanation negates the poem's purpose, so i don't want to post one, but i fear it being incoherent otherwise. so here's my idea... after you read, post interpretations. i'm eager to hear what you guys think.

plus, i'm a response whore

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Cynthetiq

interesting

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vonstalhein

Is anavagible just navigable spelt wrongly? Or like, a poetic version of un-navigable? Is about someone bleeding after...something?

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J.R.V.A.

Hmmm, a full explanition isn't nedded, and like you say, it would take away from the memory of what once was and what is now.

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KWSN

anavigable is an actual word for un-navigable. i made sure of that. heh, i knew that was going to come up eventually. thanks for asking though, i think i might change it if it confuses enough people.

it's not about bleeding... but there are bodily fluids involved

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vonstalhein

Well, i'm flubberd if i know what its about, i like it though. Haha. I'll have another guess, taking the title as a clue, is it about sex after getting drunk and looking back on how life might have been...or something? it's too cryptic for my poor brain.

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KWSN

here's another one...

aether

grey wisps like tangible shards of lightning
hone in on enemy craft
enemies to all existance
choose their fate by treading forbidden paths

their sins are greater than comprehension
destroying souls of fragile minds
sucking their last dying breaths
through meaningless ridges and lines

queues form through methodical valleys
an infantry of drones awaits to obey
before charging into the young girl's heart
and tearing apart her throat on the way

acidic lashings rot her body
from the inside form a hole
through her stomach, liver, intestines
her skin, her mouth, her eyes, her soul

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KWSN

(and another...)

concern revisited

scrawl it onto the back of my throat
and use the pen to gouge out my eyes
my mind turns inward and attacks itself
blood runoff in the form of sighs

god said to me "this could be yours"
like the world a day before
wearing a mask of an empty shell
tarnished by a burning sore

my wan expression hides the pain
that stabs into my chest
like seething urchins in my throat
pulsing through my neck

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KWSN

(this one will probably make no sense to anyone who's not me. oh well.)

display

all visitors are welcome
doors submit to malicious oils
beckoning to rusty hinges
captive trust in cages

these floors can move
but we're shackled
ankles high as sweeping conveyors
enjoy our silent shrieking company

silly
disillusioned

enchanted
intrusions

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KWSN

another one.... this one's less cryptic than the rest

carrion

rattling fingers disturb the facade
of serenity i crouch behind
a wavering smile and a tic in my neck
give her a glance at my mind

inside is a battlefield after a war
tarnished and smoldering still
bodies impaled on shrapnel and burning
the enemy raping the kill

trying to slide outside of the spotlight
to give my tortured soul a rest
but the eyes of the room flicker back onto me
boring open holes into my chest

the aftermath now is upon me
and though silence has come to my side
its company only reminds me
of the night when my soul slowly died

all of the anguish inside my
channels to the back of my arms
and down to the end where a razor
waits for the final alarm

and as i lay there bleeding
out my wrists, my throat, my chest
i sigh weakly in relief;
now i can finally get some rest

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KWSN

i've been writing a lot lately, here's another

wish

fuck my throat with a rusty pike
and pass it through my soul
run your fingers bitterly
around the bleeding hole

drown the wound in salt and bleach
to make the burning last
and reach inside and crush
all of the memories of the past

fuck my heart so i can't feel
my lungs so i can't breathe
fuck my legs so i can't walk
my cuts so that i seethe

fuck my spine so i collapse
my mouth so i can't scream
fuck my eyes so i can't see
my brain so i can't dream

impale me when you're done
and hang my tarnished body high
cos when the day of judgement comes
i want to be there when you die

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Aphrodite

They're all very good. My favourite is the first, anavigable. The cryptic personal ones I always prefer, perhaps because we can all find a parallel to our own lives through our own personal interpretations.
Great stuff

taliendo

wow.

very powerful imagery. i like anavigable the best, although the others were quite good. It made me smile and at the same time ponder.

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KWSN

thanks for the feedback guys, here's another i wrote today

incision

winter slices autumn's throat
fills the wound with ice
but it's warm here as i stand
above the embers of her christ

the ice that spreads from autumn
encases her within a tomb
that caves in on her body
soothing all her burning wounds

she staggers forward as i watch
a tear freeze in her eye
then spread forth like a cancer
infect her skin and die

she melts into the soul
tainting crops beneath the field
and as winter now converges
i use her black skin as a sheild

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KWSN

contractual obligations

forgetting all the ways we were
the days we lay before
cos nature has submit ourselves
ourselves to being whores

yeah she sealed our fates in packages
like masks without the eyes
making sure we wouldn't see the cliffs
we'd fall off when we die

that's just a precaution of course
cos she knows as she looks down
that we wouldn't notice anyway
we're too busy fixing our crowns

so set up a stand at the bottom
and get what's offered while it's hot
cos what falls out of our carcasses
is all the gods have got

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Jadey

KWSN, that is some good shit. I'm not quite sure what your talking about in most of it, but I think that lends itself to a number of different interpretations depending on the reader. I think it's probably better if you keep the actual subject matter to your self.

But keep the writings coming.

KWSN

i forgot i posted this several months ago in its own thread, but i figured it should go here cos it's the KWSN'S POETRY thread... so i'll put it here. not in the same vein as the rest of my stuff.

cadence of conformity

Marching unconsciously in step with millions of others
All to the same beat
All to the same pattern
It is conformity's cadence
The constant exposure wears upon the marching throngs
Eroding their minds, until one can not be discerned from another
Any attempt to break free inevitably ends in futility
As the cadence of conformity continues to pound on
And as the marchers are released from their duties
They emerge like mass-produced product
All the same
Without personalities
Without idiosyncrasies
Devoid of a soul to propel their minds
Devoid of a mind to propel their souls
They continue to march, but there is nowhere to go
All paths are circular
All paths the same
All paths leading to the same inevitable end
Without any hope of sojourning past what is in sight
A revolution's futility annihilates the ability of the soul
The mind
To go any further than they have been taught
To conceive any more than they have been allowed
Their heads are cold steel safes
Locked to prevent their minds from escaping
Those who rule over them know
Know that a working mind is hazardous material
And that it must be contained
Inside a wall of conformity
To whose cadence we all march
But the mind persists inside its cage
Like a bird without wings
Hating its restrictions
Waiting for salvation
Any chance it can get to venture beyond its boundaries
But that venture will never come
Never
As long as the cadence of conformity still plays on

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KWSN

these next two are sort of 'brothers' by content but i'll give them their own posts as a means of separation.

+/-

i wish i could inhale the sea
when it mixes with the rain
and suck out all the oxygen
let the salt run in my veins

let it get caught in the tips
till i start to bulge and swell
let myself decline and burst
sink through the soil straight to hell

and sink straight through when i get there
fall into a wispy grey
let my mind become one with nothing
as my remnants fall to decay

and one day i'd surge upward again
and converge upon the earth
and bring all the rest to my same state
cos god knows that's all they're worth

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KWSN

-/-

maybe i could break myself
wide open on the street
let the stampeding herd above
leech bonus from my feet

but all the heathens stop to watch
and mix their minds with mine
and weigh it down just hard enough
to break me into line

so i'll shatter me on rope or razor
in my own privacy
so their eyes won't burn my flesh so strong
it makes the death of me

and i won't pull them down into
the abyss that i create
but my meandering soul can grin
as they drown in my hate

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Paeder

all very good. i too like anavigable the best. they all remind me of the work of a czech painter whose name i cant remember. very dark, deep imagery. very "cryptic" as others have said. please keep posting, this is great.

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KWSN

ghost

the sun’s tongue probes across the sky
and settles on the shore
but the bitter taste it crosses there
makes it flit back too the core

and as it was as she emerged
from those rooms of glass and steel
looking for familiar faces
with holes as large as hers to feel

and the only one she found was one
she’d scorned before she’d left
behind his sincere smile
lingered the foul smell of death

and so she ran away from him
to where she’d gone before
but as he reached to pull her back
she dragged him to the floor

and so the story ends, we’re told
with her where she yet can hide
and him with a knife through his back
this stuck pig hasn’t died

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