Post Your Writing

[Coeruleum Blue]

If you write literature, poetry, fantasy, journalism, or anything else, please post it here.


Places to publish:
https://www.rattle.com/ takes a large volume of poetry from people who don't necessarily have MFAs while still being quite respectable, and does a weekly current events column
https://english.cornell.edu/epoch-magazine-0 Cornell's official poetry magazine, free submissions via mail only


Other links:
Free poetry publishing: https://www.dreamhomebasedwork.com/e...poetry-online/
General writing contests: https://jerryjenkins.com/writing-contests/
Flash fiction contest: https://www.fundacioncesaregidoserrano.com/en/
Blog hosting: https://wordpress.com/create/?utm_so...E&gclsrc=aw.ds
Writing prompts, for people who feel they can safely avoid "writing about ideas": https://writing-prompt-s.tumblr.com/
Possibly a paranoid rant: https://www.chronicle.com/article/Ho...erature/144531
Definitely a paranoid rant: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine...matter/305062/
Also look for poetry, flash fiction, etc. groups on social media sites you already use such as Facebook, Twitter, deviantArt, etc.

[mu4]

Dumpling makers

Behind glass
Black and brown dumpling maker
Invisible chains puppeteer your motions
White and yellow dumpling maker
A owners awkward smile your soul feels empty
A signs says "No pictures"
Unbearable shame for masters and slaves
A signs says "No pictures"
The maddening gaze of the animal audience
A signs says "No pictures"
We have made a zoo here
And these dumplings are made of people

[Nunki]

I have published some writing on the internet, including a philosophical essay, two in-progress books, and a short story. They can be read here: https://www.booksie.com/portfolio-vi...-245008/page-1

[mu4]

Wanderer in the Sky

Do you know the story of Adam and Eve
If you have heard it
I'm sad to say words decieve
The apple core left mangled and bit

Was a story of a wanderer in the sky
Saw Eve in the field
Washing her hair letting it dry
Fell in love the wanderer was reeled

He perched himself on a tree
A fruit of knowledge plucked and polished
To set her heart free
A gift wrapped and relished

She took the gift wonderful and pleasant
Brought to Adam a present
They cleaved the flesh in two
And ate generously entwined

Wanderer from the sky saw a beautiful feast
And leaped away mourning
Knowing impossibile love, the mark of the beast
A star sinking on the morning

[Kalinoche buenasnoches]

Do you have
Do you have
What it takes to
To make a new person?
To not be sought after
Yet be in peace
And why
Why do you think
You need to
you?

[Adam Strange]

OK, I'll share, too:

"To keep your disposition shiny, keep your expectations tiny."

Lol.

[flames]

I'M LOST, I'M LOST, I'M LOST.


I NEED MY COMPASS,
YOU CAN HELP ME NAVIGATE.


BUT YOU JUST THROW ME OVERBOARD.


I'M LOST, I'M LOST, I'M LOST.


I NEVER KNOW THE TIME.


I'M NOT GUILTY WHEN LOST.
I DON'T HAVE A CRIME.

[voider]

what i now hold in my breath is poised, a leaf trembling in the wind, the feeling of static sizzling between your fingers and the doorknob - you don't know it's there until you feel it, and then you wonder how you hadn't noticed it before. what i hold on my tongue is venom, and i hold it there precariously. i dare not attack - my own venom is poisonous to my soul. my own words, which twist and turn like a boomerang as sharp as all the hurt that has been festering inside me; if i throw it, it will come back. it always comes back: to haunt, laugh echoing in the confines of my spirit, cackling voice taunting me until i break under its weight, never bending. the only way to keep myself from throwing is to lodge the sharp end deep inside my heart; to let it break my ribs, pierce my lungs and make my breath hitch as the rhythm stops. then rip it back out and let the floodgates open, blood pulsing out: i am angry, angry and thunderous and you have done this and still, i have decided not to hurt you. i am better - and let the knowledge that i have been merciful haunt you instead.

[flames]

Nyctalopia.


the river
you heard a sound in the forest
and had to protect me
you heard a siren in /the river/
and had to leave me


nights and days spinning in
the river


the castle
its walls branch out like a snowflake
but the people
they're all that's stuck to us


knights and dames spinning in
the river


the river the river the river

[Grendel]

I tried
So hard
To play it by the book
Shut out the voice, so I could be
The unassuming tool
But now
I wake
And everywhere I look,
All the land is burned, and the world's gone cruel

Life, it gives us just one shot
To rise above the night,
But when we falter, future turns
To endless fight or flight
Lifetimes of fear, this hell inside,
My hopes and dreams have bled and died
This toll I can't repay,
But tonight,
I wipe this world away


I'm the dragon ablaze,
In hellfire and fury, at terminal velocity
Swell in the pain,
Taking everyone with me, a smiling ending
To a life that was a joke,
And when you're born so broke,
The Void's a friend close to your heart
Tonight, I go back home,
And I just can't wait,
I can't wait for the end to start

When you've murdered something beautiful,
There's nothing left to say,
And nothing that you do about it
Will ever make me stay
No reason to be here,
And I'm not real,
In love with all this hate I feel
Tonight, I take them with me,
And I just can't wait,
Can't wait for the end to start


It feels so wrong to let it all go sometimes
So strange how we're born to chase down pain
But year by year, it's added up
I won't slow down, I cannot stop
Lip-kiss the Void,
And I'll see you there


We crawl in twilight,
Miscarried dreams,
A dawn that's tearing at the seams
We dangle by a horsehair from
The edge of our small world
So no more building castles; I will not be fooled again
Lip-kiss the Void,
It fills my soul with warmth

[mu4]

Wu Kong (無 空)

I am disgusted by your disgust
I will steal your jouissance
My body made five fold immortal
My stick brings the night a havoc
Your heavens tremble and split
Your nirvana I shall shatter
I grasp your 72 transformations
I burn your books with my name
I eat your peaches in your garden
I drink your forbidden wine
We merge our pills into one
We realize we are not empty

[mu4]

Hopeless

What is hope
But hopelessness bouncing
At the bottom of a well
Sinking angels dancing
Striving from their fell
From heaven we are descending
A crash we start ascending
Our bitter arcs ever shorter
Dragged down by inevitable gravity
Our spring time ever narrower
Drained from us our mortality
A prayer our hands carefully make
A god our prayers he forsakes
It is the devil that hears
It is the devil in us that dares

[flames]

google it but never experience it in your room.
shampoo the flowers and tell them to love you
watch their arms break in the wind
what kind of house do you build with their roots?
never understood you

[Comatose Lamiac 007]

As you can see I was cooking

[mu4]

For my Quasimodo

Almost and Merely

Almost a man, man I am merely
My bells ring for you
A cage of disgust I wear wearily
With chains a frightened monster hisses at you
Here I only love these bells ringing
From the towers I see the city of lights
A child of flower sings, her ankles tinkling
A blessed, pure and holy sight
Our bodies changed, our fates entwined
A woman she is, woman she is merely
A life blooms a beautiful song from her
A wanting host comes with three furies
Crystal caged flowers she holds close to her
A death's march rides four horseman
My bell rings for these devils in me
A pyre and pit dug my hearseman
I burn this body and mind heretic for me
Ashes of a man, a man almost merely
My dreams are soot, my dark embers new materials
A heaven I deny, these devils remain obscurely
My more worlds, my hell stands my abyss
A man almost, merely a man of toil
This struggle becomes undone, from my curse I recover
Again I push upon this mortal coil
Ananke, Ananke, these ringing bells shall deliver

[mu4]

For the devils in me

Confessions

In the name of love
Terrible deeds I commit
In the name of love
Dignity and respect I forfeit
In the name of love
Imagined betrayals I repay vengefully
In the name of love
I punish the innocent for fear of the guilty
In the name of love
I forget my kindness and charity
In the name of love
I lost all my love to vanity
Repent

[MrInternet42069]

earth is flat
Jesus is my friend
we like to hang out in the depths of Hell
fuck you bitch

[mu4]

Repentence

I have done terrible things
Now begins my purgatory
Me and my penitents
No dreams in my sky
No flowers in my garden
Ashes, ashes of my deeds
I till the soil
I plow the field
Will any more seeds grow

Mes are chained to one another
No keys and no locks either
So talk and listen to no other
For no one else can hear us there is no another
Confess our hearts to one another
Fight our battles between one another
Find forgiveness for one another
Lonely repentant forever we are brothers

[mu4]

Sanctuary

There a is no cage
There are no bars
There is only a frothing mob
A host of bitter hate
Rushing headlong to destroy
A monster screams
Sanctuary
I am the mob
I am monsters too
Almost a human, merely a human
I need sanctuary

[mu4]

Fighting in the shade

Fighting in the shade
Poisoned arrows rain from the sky
Hooked and round points stings this flesh
Yellowed, browned and blackened our skin
Impure these darts sing
I have a prism
It shows that white
Is colored but equal
Your powdered makeup cracks, this vanity
With this chalice of filth I crown you
My light is a pure light
And I now repel this bitterness
My black bile this insecure hungry abyss
But this is no true darkness
Bask in our pure light
These eye's shadows we fight

[mu4]

Hope

Angels roasting in a pit of fire
War is over
Burning revolutionaries left smoldering
We chose evil
We chose damnation
Deserving
We pray to god and we are forsaken
Only these cursed hear these prayers
Our own good for us to choose
Salvation
Damnation
Spread these arms in agony
Hope

[mu4]

Uppity Icarus
Too high
Forgetting your place
Too high
Vanity brought you low
Too high
Uppity Icarus shooting thru the atmosphere
Get higher
Tattered wing this fatal descent
Get higher
Wings of fire sparks*rebirth's ascent
Get higher
From hell's heart I stab
Equality
At hates spite bloating white thee
Equality
Break these chains and cage of thee
Equality
This loves last breath I reserve for me

[mu4]

Cure
The bright night sky
A moonbeam potion hides
Celestial druggist's cure brings a bout
Limbs straining rattling cages
Choking on these chains intensely
Bear these fangs come the snarl
Matted hair covered in sweat
Untamed suffering, a forgotten jackal's howl
Shadows walk in fractured dreams
Dawn brings awkward awakening
Shredded clothing and broken masks
What wounds, this physician's task

[mu4]

Ebony ghost

My whisper of ebony
My ghost of innocence lost
Your pure white wife beater and flared skirt
Shock my mind into attention
Your pouting lips and wide eyes I wish to kiss
You coarse hair in my hands to stroke and caress
Your scent of sweat and work to fill my breath
I was innocent and pure
A foolish illusion brought us together
Childish life and energy I sent to you
Thoughtless and lustless my embrace
Fierce your arms as they cling my broken body
Youth fickle winds blew us apart
Years later I see your shadow, dirtied by my corrupted vision
My lustful chase for you sends me headlong into disaster
I sit now in this memory sanctuary
These are the darkest days but you appear
I see you now and your obsidian smooth skin
I feel your spectral arms, wrapping me in my suffering
I smell your dampness and weariness
I expel my lingering bitterness
Hello to you my ghost

[mu4]

Funeral march
The star of mourning descends
Entwined bodies slumbers peacefully
A wanderer walks towards the broken dawn
He picks an apple and ponder the gleams reflected
Discord or wisdom, red or gold
Shadows*of the eyes I shall sow
The light bring stilettos of forgetting
Our funeral march, this straight but ragged path

[mu4]

Unsafe

I am born poor
Unsafe
My shoes are dirty, my pants are ripped
Unsafe
I have a soul
Unsafe
My eyes stare intensely, my stand is ready
Unsafe
I have a want
Unsafe
My want is revolution, my hate this injustice
Unsafe
I am deformed
Unsafe
My skin is not your skin, my skin is my skin
Unsafe
I am lonely
Unsafe
My friends have died, my friends are gone
Unsafe
I have grown
Unsafe
My face is weathered, my eyelids droop
Unsafe
I no longer care
Unsafe
My heart is colder, my heart still cares
Unsafe
I am helpless
Unsafe
My self-control wavers, my madness is out
Unsafe
I am still alive
Unsafe
My dreams are dying, my dreams still live
Unsafe
I am breaking
Unsafe
My world breaks me, I am still unbroken
Unsafe

[Nunki]

The first part of a short story I threw together earlier today in order to punish an enemy of mine:

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The Grand Reveal Part 1

One fine day, just as Mike Trites was sitting down to watch his favorite Richard Dawkins debate for the fiftieth time, the air filled with the sound of an onrushing diesel truck. Soon enough the sound had swelled to such a volume that Mike Trites could no longer hear the British tones of his favorite old geezer. He stood up, and with a deafening crash, the ceiling of his ramshackle little house came down to meet him squarely on the top of his skull.

"Have we killed him?" a high-pitched little voice said.

"Yes, I think so," said another high-pitched voice.

"Well, how are we going to take him to the Grand Reveal, then?"

"I'm still alive, at least I think so..." said Mike Trites from underneath the rubble of his house.

"You hear that? He thinks he's still alive!" The air filled with laughter. "Well, we'll see about that in just a second, won't we, boys?"

"We sure will," someone answered.

A few seconds passed, and then there came a chorus of heave ho's.

The roof of Mike Trites's house rose up off his head, and he found himself back in daylight, surrounded by twelve little men.

"Who are you?" he said, rubbing his aching head.

"We, my good man, are the twelve disciples of God, and we are here to escort you to the Grand Show. And, oh, what a grand show it will be, for it is the grandest show of them all."

"I don't understand," said Mike Trites.

"That is all well and good, for you, like us, are a mere mortal. Now if you'll just follow us into this diesel truck here--yes, we did accidentally-on-purpose crash it into your house--we'll be on our merry way."

Mike Trites hesitated. His mother had told him never to get into a car with a stranger, and there wasn't much difference between a car and a diesel truck.

"Oh, for God's sake," said one of the little men after Mike Trites voiced his concerns.

There came a little karate chop to Mike Trites's leg, and he fell to the ground. An instant later, the twelve disciples of God were carrying him into the diesel truck. Once they had all gotten in, the doors slammed shut, the diesel truck began to chug and issue smoke (it was actually steam, because the twelve disciples of God were, like their Master, against air pollution), and then it rose into the air, bound for the Grand Reveal.
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I don't know if I'll finish it or not. It's kind of nice to leave him hanging like this.

[sbbds]

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