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it's like the sound you make when you're waking up by straygod, literature

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it's like the sound you make when you're waking up

He couldn't wake up. Stuck to a badge of grey flesh, a clump of fur floated in a brown puddle. Twisted metal ribs reflected against the skin of flat water, jags of broken concrete scattered around the bases of wrecked buildings. Laz's neck hurt. Moss grew behind his back. A woodlouse shivered on his knee. The armchair in front of him was a splintered mass of greasy hair and his mum was sitting in it speaking to someone he couldn't see, grinning. Their house was a ruin and Laz couldn't be sure if it was really their house because the roof was open to the sky and the sky was purple like it had been abused and the top floor was displaced,

every time i call it goes onto answer machine by straygod, literature

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every time i call it goes onto answer machine

you sleep alone on a double mattress in the corner of an attic cut in half by a mountain. your voice is the broken laminate in the living room that lets in the rain where your mother stood and yanked your child out of the door who sunk into the garden path between binbags full of dogshit and discarded toys and chewed its tongue into pieces and spat and spat. you are granulated hedgerows and the embankment where you fractured a religion on dying trees buried a spell in the back yard and fucked yourself in the shed because you learned young that sex is a desiccated fly. you are clawing scabs from your mouth.

it's not a statement i'm just lazy by straygod, literature

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it's not a statement i'm just lazy

we're dying with laughter, dying on someone else's doorstep - yours a strange, bright glow engulfing the hallway that collapses into ultraviolent radiation, old stories, deserted laboratories and i was all of these things - the wastelands between here and Heysham power station, an empty forest of pylons, a god in the wind that cut a slack limp through Caton and killed her windmills and her reflection on the other side of the world, watching the millennium destroy itself in the bleached carcass of a synagogue. i've admitted almost everything and you are picking up speed, you are racing the wro

x factor was one long illuminati advert by straygod, literature

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x factor was one long illuminati advert

They found her standing naked in the playground, hair ripped down to the roots. This time moths had poured through, she said, thousands of them - a swarm of starving children scrambling towards the light of her bedroom window. Seth didn't recognise her. She looked exactly the same as his mother, but he had never met this woman. Last time, she'd crawled under the bed and refused to come out for days, convinced there were rats chewing holes in the ceiling... but these rats, she said, they weren't normal - these rats, they walked on their hind legs and wore waistcoats and their skin was translucent, and like baby birds you could see all thei

jaywalking on greyhound bridge by straygod, literature

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jaywalking on greyhound bridge

lost on the supermarket floor next to piles of dirty potatoes: someone else's shopping list, footprint stamped across bread milk cheese strings of senseless numbers without a dial tone. in the margin biro-skinny blue birds spin from a stick figure's outstretched hands, head a messy hole, fingers curled up, clawing - skyline torn; one bird ripped in half. what i've done is project myself into the vegetable aisle. i am twelve cans of tuna sterilised milk instant noodles chilli flakes and a bag of precooked rice- i am someone else's shopping list, ad nauseam. ad nauseam. - glancing at me like a nervous catfish, the taxi driver i

the delivery guy looked like ron perlman by straygod, literature

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the delivery guy looked like ron perlman

violently sick, threw up all over Gordon Ramsay. it wasn't the DiSarrono. I'm puking into the phone and you tell me the next day I was screaming about demons and I was a five year old boy and I was laughing like a hyena. holding the phone like a hot water bottle; you're still talking and I can hear you against my stomach bleating -what? -don't you remember? this is the amnesia, struggling to fill itself; it stretches out like an empty leech flailing its black body - a dehydrated tongue rolling around between my teeth. the bedroom is howling like a forest and the sky is a bruised woman collapsing through the roof and your voice is

i bought this nervous breakdown for half price in by straygod, literature

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i bought this nervous breakdown for half price in

we do it like this drinking cold tea on dirty couches picking dog hair from our shoes. i'm shit and chickenwire and what the fuck are you? i am supposed to tell you how my mother was fucking crazy and spent nights screaming tongues into her bedsheets and how i was a landslide and these goddamn meetings these conferences these cunts with guitars and their bibles and their dicks in their hands standing naked in the living room the carpet memorised memorised memorised MKULTRA and RFID and WWJD and singing love songs to christ please. you sit there and talk about love and destruction a long strip of white water toothache

drinking cold coffee across from two ex-lovers by straygod, literature

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drinking cold coffee across from two ex-lovers

new book: running my fingers over embossed letters in better light i realise the texture is dried spit. i'm okay about it until the BBC panics deadpan about one brit with ebola. when everyone caught swine flu we dispensed sanitizer in shop doorways, schools hung them in the foyer and purell made a lot of money. clinging to the kitchen sink, i pull nails out of my mouth and scrub my hands antiseptic. google tells me not to worry but crusty phlegm attaches me umbilical to west africa; sierra leone; dislocated countrymen connected by snot. like a kid, i keep getting my fingers between my teeth. exaggeration tastes like boiled paint.

FFM day five by straygod, literature

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FFM day five

There is a guest star in the sky, gloating brilliant next to the Ox. We make wishes and pin them to lanterns and let them go shaking because these signs in the sky mark mistakes we have made and point at ugly paths incoming. While these flaws in the Endless remain, heaven is not immutable and we are uncertain specks confused by flickering omnipresence. Emperor Renzong has ruled now thirty-two years. It is said the plague that ate us away in the lunar year Wu-Zi was eliminated by the prayers of the Divine Teacher. We wonder what horrible things will come after this new light, if the rumours of the imperial emiss

FFM day seven by straygod, literature

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FFM day seven

My first bone clock was made from a stray dog. I found him flea-crawling, skin crumpled and raw where he had gnawed away clots of fur. Rib-thin and limping, he dragged himself into a scrawny copse and lay on his side panting. Miserable thing, close to dying. For a while I sat on the dirt and watched his skinny chest heaving and collapsing and swelling as if every breath was his last. I pictured bees with broken wings, rusted cogs and leaking wires, kitchen lights flickering, batteries dribbling acid. Little machines continuing lopsided. Such grim purpose. I felt a type of sad. I wrung his neck until it snapped and cradled his body ho

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it's like the sound you make when you're waking up by straygod, literature

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it's like the sound you make when you're waking up

every time i call it goes onto answer machine by straygod, literature

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every time i call it goes onto answer machine

it's not a statement i'm just lazy by straygod, literature

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it's not a statement i'm just lazy

x factor was one long illuminati advert by straygod, literature

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x factor was one long illuminati advert

jaywalking on greyhound bridge by straygod, literature

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jaywalking on greyhound bridge

the delivery guy looked like ron perlman by straygod, literature

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the delivery guy looked like ron perlman

i bought this nervous breakdown for half price in by straygod, literature

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i bought this nervous breakdown for half price in

drinking cold coffee across from two ex-lovers by straygod, literature

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drinking cold coffee across from two ex-lovers

eugenics in bulk by straygod, literature

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eugenics in bulk

By the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages. They chose her a husband the same way they had chosen her eyes and her legs and the pale freckles that interrupted her nose - the same way their parents had designed their children and arranged their marriages, strategic. Her father called her petite reine. He owned an antique chess board carved from ebony wood and maple. Some days she'd sneak into the library, pry open the old chequered box and pick out one of the queens, and she'd turn it round and round, searching for imperfections. It was a pla

random title three hundred and forty two by straygod, literature

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random title three hundred and forty two

Backwards-clouds wrinkle over the highway. She watches chunks of road disappear beneath nervous unlightning, picks at minute-fleas on Reece's ankles. Misses one, feels the sticky soda fizz of seconds dissolving, tries to grab it before it hops a decade. Between her fingers it struggles to get free, tiny legs flapping. Little anomaly, scrambling to get back to where it began, stealing bits of life whenever it lands. It reminds her of him. She pops it. Half-digested time-juice dribbles over her thumb. His nails are receding. She's trying to remember the sharp pressure of them digg

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Oh I forgot to mention, by AyeAye12, journal

Oh I forgot to mention,

Feb 28, 2015

I got this recently. I've wanted it for a while. It's a collection of poetry about the Iraq War, written by a veteran. It's pretty harrowing. Some of the pieces aren't too well written, but they're made up for with beautiful ones like these: The Baghdad Zoo An Iraqi northern brown bear mauled a man on a street corner, dragging him down an alley as shocked onlookers shouted and threw stones. Tanks rolled their heavy tracks past the museum and up to the Ministry of Oil. A gunner watched a lion chase down a horse. Eaten down to their skeletons, the giraffes looked prehistoric, unreal, their necks too fragile, too graceful for the 21

Daily Lit Recognition for February 9th, 2015 by DailyLitRecognition, journal

Daily Lit Recognition for February 9th, 2015

Feb 9, 2015

Daily Lit Recognition for February 9th, 2015 We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Recognition! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article. Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists! Poetry Suggested by: MagicalJoey (https://www.deviantart.com/magicaljoey) Featured by: betwixtthepages (https://www.deviantart.com/betwixtthepages) :thumb484676514: 100mg of nature. by apoemhowsweet (https://www.deviantart.com/apoemhowsweet) Nature plays the role of doctor in this beautiful poem by apoemhowsweet (https://www.deviantart.com/apoemhowsweet). Featured by: AyeAye12 (https://www.deviantart.com/ayeaye12) :thumb459874063: one of these doesn't by straygod (https://www.deviantart.com/straygod) "she used leviticus as wallpaper." is one of those opening lines that gets stuck in your mind for what could be a pleasant

Poetess by nawkaman, literature

Lit of the Week 134! by EliteLiterature, journal

Lit of the Week 134!

Dec 7, 2014

Poetess nawkaman (https://www.deviantart.com/nawkaman) :thumb497743968: she burns words for fuel and breathes / through vessels she collected on the way one straygod (https://www.deviantart.com/straygod) :thumb462086836: i write letters and delete them, ghost them snarling because i'll never be able to tell you how you ruined us forever. Ode To A Scholar Blacksand459 (https://www.deviantart.com/blacksand459) :thumb494553594: From his schoolroom he commanded the oceans / To crash on a hundred wild shores Have something to suggest for Lit of the Week? Drop either LionesseRampant (https://www.deviantart.com/lionesserampant) or me a note, or leave a comment here!

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latenightalaska

Nov 18, 2016

thinking about your words: printed out your poetry in high school and some of its on my apartment wall and college is almost over, I check in here. Hope you're doing okay.

straygod

Dec 31, 2016

hey hey... it's nice to know you're still checking up on this page. i haven't really been producing much creatively for a while - it's been a rough couple of years. do you have instagram? i occasionally post random bits of art there. www.instagram.com/straygods/