A said a hip, hop.

A burst of prose, freestyle verb, that looks like a poem.

Indentation paradoxically clear. You do not care for rhyme or

structure. “But what about rhythm?” you ask, and I

reply, “How about grammar,” and then a long pause.

But apparently time weighs gravity so forgot about

commas, and think about karma.

But what of fonts? And no Common Law?

And no Spell Check?

and bolder claims like soldier’s brains being

brave enough to entertainment the landscape

of no caps - g’s denoting geniae forming all the

scraps that phi and pi, alchemae, et cetera

would dare horderve or promote lest

Sublime

propels

NO CAPS TO GO ON REWIND, AND

refind the same frame of mind reminding

third eyes, all walks of life, of the power to

create new colors, shapes, flavors, forms,

make true genres, stories, chambers, worlds.

A

Never-Feast

freestyle

forever, ye.

Get at me.

i’m a coward.

everything i’ve done

is because

i was afraid-

afraid of losing your love

your respect

your everything

what a coward i was,

now everything’s over.

i’ve given up,

i’ve fallen apart,

i’ve died.

i’m sorry.

i’m faded,

i’m gone,

i am now nothing.

goodbye.

your silence

when i say 

i love you

sounds a lot like 

goodbye.

They say

That if

You stay

In the deep

Too long

You'll never

Leave

And you'll drown

So if the mind

Is as an ocean

Should we not 

Dive into its depths?

Sometimes

I think

I forget

To breathe

When I look deeply

At my self

And I stay there

For an eternity

Before I am dredged up

From the bejeweled depths

Once more

And I 

Awaken

Tangled 

In trailing

Stardrops

As bubbles

And bubbles

Of thoughts

Wreathe

Around

My neck

And choke me

Rising

Up

Like my future should be

But no

It's 

Spiraling 

               Down 

                    Down

                          Down

Like they say

It's love of the deep

Once you go down

You never want

To return

To the surface

And the oxygen leaves

But that's fine

I

Could spend

Eternity

Within the depths

Of my mind

January has grown too big to share our twin-sized bed.

She is poised, coiled like a snake. Always ready to pounce.

This month was war-torn, and there is still more bloodshed

to come. She spins her finger through candle wax, says, this

whole world is falling apart, and I’m the only one holding

it together. This is a heavy burden, and yet she keeps

her spine straight. I try to take notes. Force my back rigid,

release the tension, pretend the flames dancing on my palm

won’t set fire to my body. As if I wasn’t born with my bones

dipped in gasoline. I ask her what to do when the ghosts

won’t stay dead. She looks at me like I'm the child, like less

than thirty days ago she didn't fit in the palm of my hand.

Says, kick them out of bed, change the locks, pretend

you don’t recognize their face until it becomes true.

I am a woman that is for sure

Though no oil painting any more

I have big breasts which men seem to like

But I find them annoying so hard to run or ride a bike

In Summer they get hot and underneath they smell of cheese

Sometimes after dinner in my cleavage I find fallen peas

They are heavy and cause pain in my back

It feels like I am carrying a huge potato sack

Now I always have to wear a push up bra

As now they sag much much too far

Soon I think they will tuck in to my socks

Maybe quite handy but so unorthodox

When I was young I was so often teased

Obviously I wasn´t happy or very pleased

My Christian name is Melloney you see

So at school I was called Melons CONSTANTLY!

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Both the name The EriduSerpent/EriduSerpent

and any written material is owned solely by the above named.

Permission granted for all written material to be shared but not for profit.

Sly glances unseen,

love unspoken, touch held back.

What curse this cold mien!

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Begging to connect,

wanting reciprocity,

but love known not felt.

She held the moon in her hands,

The fragile, glowing moon.

She held the moon in her hands,

She sang it's mystic tune.

She held the moon in her hands,

Prepared it for its flight.

She held the moon in her hands,

Bade it rise in the night.

She held the moon in her hands,

When it came down at day.

She held the moon in her hands,

The moon, pale and grey. 

-Faeli Kathryn

Please stay with me as we lie in my pale blue sheets.

I'm a scared little girl inside a strong woman in armor made of ice that melts when no one sees, 

but that doesn't cure the frostbite in my chest that has lost all feeling.

Black, like the stains on my pillowcase from the lies that conquer my truths. 

I can't explain why I would rather be alone with you than just alone. 

You break me then call me stable. 

Sweet poison raining

Inside me

I've forgotten who I'm supposed to 

                                               be

Feeling tingly 

Mingly

Ready to be me

My body is way too clingy

Because the poison has

Doused me

My perception isn't obstructed

Beware

Tonight I'm not pulling hair

My body is way too tense

Sensing 

Someone's absence

While my body yells out

I am quick to forget

I'm ready to climax

And no I haven't yet