brokencorpses

United States

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what is the point of writing this?

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brokencorpses (United States) published:

and we'll make art

PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

marlboro lights and bar fights/ you tell me I need to stop being a matchstick/ I burn too much and it's hilarious how/ your laugh spilling over me/ for the first time/ felt like gasoline/ so you can't just blame me when/ I tell you/ in between kisses/ in that dingy washroom that we're a bad match
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you and I don't believe in God so/ Jesus smokes a blunt and silently cracks up/ when you snuggle closer/ to me...

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4 months ago

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brokencorpses (United States) published:

red poppies and a hangover

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My body is a ruin of everything I desperately needed you to salvage [and you didnt]
.So I carve my ribs clean and starve until I can no loner taste apologies in the soft space between my tongue and lips
.So I tie my tongue, my teeth, my lips. Flog them into surrender, into a foreign language (still manage to cough up you name)
.So I let your lungs choke on their own mind (your words are glass shards that...

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5 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) reviewed:

Ten Opinions For Today

PROMPT: Your View

all of the comments are really good and personal, based on personal beliefs and that is what is respected all through the piece. shrewd and straight comments, but this piece has an elaboration missing. write the world asks for more...

9 months ago

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brokencorpses (United States) published:

lady lazarus

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mother, memory isnt a choice
but an avalanche,
mother, i am a torch, i lie
on the bed and reduce your
house to flames.
mother, this world is an
asylum for dreamers and
addicts and slaves,
mother, i ran out of yellow
paint and now i'm starving,
my sky is leaking, mother
it turns crimson for all the
foreheads that hoard apocalypse
there is no blue, there is no blue.
how are you?
i dont know. i dont know
 

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9 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) reviewed:

If you just...

PROMPT: Microphone

the ideas, the clarifications and the innuendos were really good.

9 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) reviewed:

Mic Drop

PROMPT: Microphone

it is short, yet beautiful. i really loved the little metaphors and phrases that holds this poece together.
way to go....

9 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) published:

torment

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mother, 
memory isnt a choice but an avalanche
mother, i am a torch, i lie on the bed and reduce your house to flames.
mother,
 this world is an asylum for dreamers and slaves and addicts.
mother,
i ran out of yellow paint and now i am starving
my sky is leaking, mother
it turns crimson for all the foreheads
that hpard apocalypse.
there is no blue. there is no blue.
how are you? i dont know. i dont know.

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9 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) liked A Gift by DaydreamForever (United Kingdom)

9 months ago

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brokencorpses (United States) published:

NOVEMBER

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2019


PROLOGUE
 
He shone through those eyes, her eyes. Shone through those days, those nights. Those guilts,those fears.
Through dripping blood and stings, splitting stars held up in the sky, she lived, they lived. Together. Healing and bruising. Over and over again.
But after all, was it just a reverie?
I don’t know how this story is going to end. Of hiraeth and cravings, of eagerness and comforts. Of letting go, finally letting go.
.........................................................................................................................................
 
There are moments in...
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9 months ago

brokencorpses (United States) published:

NOVEMBER

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2019


PROLOGUE
 
He shone through those eyes, her eyes. Shone through those days, those nights. Those guilts,those fears.
Through dripping blood and stings, splitting stars held up in the sky, she lived, they lived. Together. Healing and bruising. Over and over again.
But after all, was it just a reverie.
I don’t know how this story is going to end. Of hiraeth and cravings, of eagerness and comforts. Of letting go, finally letting go.
.........................................................................................................................................
 
There are moments in...
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9 months ago