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  R.G.B.

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I want to burst with RBG, and be one of those songs you can’t get out of your head. I want my hair dyed RBG, and walk down your halls, laugh at your jokes. Take a snapshot. Take a bite. Take a break. Take a life. I want my guts to glow RBG, because my red crayons a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Idiosyncrasy

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Spinning counterclockwise wishing to know everything… My synapses are popping and snapping and spent. To clap and declare belief in fairies becomes habit like all words do. My mind doesn’t quite work right. And until it does, I’ll cackle and quote and crack my ne...
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  Chemical

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I am a chemical. I am something special. They are my elements. He is my quintessential. My boiling point is cold. My freezing point is hot. My acidity is high. My viscosity is not. They are the ones who mix me. She sent the data to town. The others all just bottle me. He's the on...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dawn.

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  There's a warm and wet towel wrapped around my brain at 7AM. I don't want to do this... The cats and dogs that rest beside me are weighing me down. Eventually, my feet are shuffling on carpet, and I'm gobbling up the morning's tasks. I fall asleep at the wheel ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ruins

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Something in the ruins Still glowed… A silent figure Stood in her hood Swathed in her skirt Sheltered vaguely from the rain by The ruins… The glass, fogged and yellow, Remained in the windows. Dust Floating Down… Light can still illuminate the dust Into those ge...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Live It Up

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  To burn the sky With grins and gunpowder-- We embrace these acts Of violent affection. I plan to drive (tonight) To where it's louder So we can scream, tap Into some connections. The dollar is slipping, So let's ride this economy Through the bruised, bright lights Of a world t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  On Love

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Respect is blind and deaf. Lust is deaf and dumb Worship is dumb and blind. Love, on the other hand, Though it is oh so catchy, Though it is oh so wise, Though it is oh so beautiful, Love is deaf, dumb, and blind. (And it sure plays a mean pinball.)...
• Poetry > Song Lyrics
  Maria Victoria

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Drunk on your gin, I didn't taste your bitter tonic Sliding down my throat Seeping from your mouth Like sewage from lipsticked pipes. Oh, you filthy whore. Satan's booty-call. You'd do anything to have your body loved. Carrion crows circle overhead. You smell like something t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Red

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Blood's only red When it's oxygenized Full of life The bloom's the very thing That bleeds pure color Juice and sunshine Passion and raw throats Screamin' Everybody's name Sirens Urgency Pure freakin' love...
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  Stream of Consciousness

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Coraline, capitalized A tendency to never cry Camping on the misty dry Correlation, simplify Try to wander over cans Aluminum and trashy trans Tell me what you want to ban Don't love me with such short wingspan No math can trump a crusted hope "Something, somewhere," said...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Love Poem

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  The girl's in love Everything she smells Blooms with cinnamon and chocolate She's a killer So distracted By eyes other than her own A personality of deep breaths Nearly crying Her face hurts from grinning The plotline doesn't matter anymore Skin and heart tissue Pulled swee...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Worms

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I may be your one But no longer your only Heart tissue don't burn No wonder I'm lonely I want to cling on To all that you've shown me Guess I'll go eat worms Percussionless songs Winged addiction Ashes and chewing gum The scent of affliction I've since overused ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Everending

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  No life is neverending; We're all killed off By failing systems. No song is neverending; The final crescendo Is what makes it. No laughter is neverending; Our guts would pop And lines would blur if it was. No love is neverending; Death and taxes Tend to ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Zeroth

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Over there, over there. Always over there. I'm no general, No army at my back, So attack. You don't lack what I have And what I have is nothing. It's nothing. I'm nothing. And a split second before that last straw fell I knew You were just the excuse I needed. You wer...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Contradiction

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  "You don't have to," I muttered. "At least pick a theme." There it went. Down, screaming up through hot sun and thunderheads and starless, Cloudless, Moonless, Lunatic nights. "Why don't you understand!" Was her first of many. "The world'...
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  The Inconvenience of Misplaced Memories

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  So they sent her there, To ease that public guilt, The one they hide in the privacy of Denial. So they took her there, In aluminum gleaming hearse, Flung across the stars to be Forgotten. So they left her there, Numbed her gauzy memories, So she could start anew and Alone. So they ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  To Collect Me

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I could have sworn You were never there to begin with. All the same, When you appear, My heart crawls up my throat Into my brain To look through the backs of crystal ball eyes So it can watch your movements As reverently as I do. All I know Is that if you make my breathing any faster, I...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Here It Comes

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  When all else fails, Leap from the world in a haze of who-knows-where. It’s nothing but a fall from grace, A love of failure. Everything’s waiting for you just beyond perfection, Just above the prettiest sky I made for you. Elementary waves buck under me, Feeling up my legs, Crawling u...
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  Tumbling After

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  This isn’t what we talked of, up late, phone chord all looped for the hangman. The space between your ring and you could always hear what that man sang. I’ll dress you up in horrid cloth, you’ll dress me up in leather. We’ll look each other up and down, hypocrisy tumbling after… You�...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Victory

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  With nothing on my side, It’s like a victory As I smile three-quarter turn to stage right. We’re more important than the audience anyway… That’s how I remember it. You’re nothing but a pipe bomb Playing out your mysteries like a Poorly-conceived plot to eat the world. Yeah, righ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  So New

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  Sunrise dusty Day makes sky colors bright as the First Day First Day was dusty, fruity sky. ripple of black corner of My Eye Hair. Wind sweeps stinging dust dull green Weeds rustle throaty whispers sun-colored Fruit knocks against itself Ripe by now Gather when Eyes don’t itch with ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Grit.

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I’m clinging to a cold metal pole on a subway When I realize something: This city has no mercy. For some reason it liberates me. Whether I stare around like a cow or not, I’ll still be seen as nothing but something to bump into. No matter if you live in this city or not, You’re the bigg...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Cinibea II

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  “You have been chosen to be reincarnated.” Oh. For a while that was all I could think. Reincarnation. I hadn’t had to experience it in a while. Going back to the mortal world? I was blank. The blackness became matte and still around me. I would be sent away. Lose my memories of the Everw...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Cinibea I

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  I heard a call of a bird. It sounded desperately free. A hoarse shout to the air, spontaneous and thrown to the ear with abandon. It sounds like the kind of bird that has black feathers, I guessed. But I’m sure its beak shines with rainbows in the light. Like a pearl. The citrus sky of paradise...
• Fiction > Romance
  Her Rip

  

  By Rahhal., Martinsburg, WV

  There was a rip in her jeans. She walked, shoved really, through a knot of throbbing conversation on her way to the main doors. She was so tired, her brain itched. But even as her skull seemed a heavier load by the second, she couldn’t get that rip out of her mind. Of course, she was the onl...