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influx, outlet. massive pillars extend from, sink into. the cilia beats and particles are pulled into the current by the swarm.
» Posted By rAH!n On 02.21.2011 @ 5:51 pm
condensed air in a catacomb, I’m gasping for breath and clutching the door of a tomb. my eyes roll back as I fall, hand sliding down the bark, and in the last instant of my blurred and fainting vision, I see a branch bursting through the wall. collapsing, my face hits the floor and it splashes me awake. I spit a foul taste from my mouth, wipe slime from my eyes and look around. the doors lining the underground graveyard, the statues of mythological beasts meant to look after the dead, the darkness of the catacomb, they’ve been replaced by trees and the cloud covered, dingy gray of an afternoon in a bog. so it’s happening again, is it?
» Posted By rAH!n On 12.26.2010 @ 6:56 pm
mouth hanging open, as wide as the screen door, as stillness settles over the landscape. what dream were we pulled from, why now do our hands shake? the slow-motion descent of snow flakes. the thought of reality being slowly unraveled beneath us.
and then we remember the reason we chose to (overdose to) forget. that’s not snow at all, but ash. in fact, it’s july. but you wouldn’t know from the sky.
» Posted By rAH!n On 11.22.2010 @ 3:35 pm
such forced expression, depressions in the mold. the crystalline succession of water freezing cold. wandering through the symmetry of a cemetery, streetlights are foggy orbs of incandescence failing to illuminate the ground and only serving to make deep shadows darker.
» Posted By rAH!n On 11.18.2010 @ 12:54 pm
below bullet holes before they exist, but only just before.
» Posted By rAH!n On 11.17.2010 @ 7:16 pm
to circumstance, color scheme or random chance. to living in your grandparents’ basement, to not having a mother, to winter in Michigan, and the idea that you aren’t leaving any time soon.
» Posted By rAH!n On 11.06.2010 @ 11:05 am
between my eyelids, an infinite space expands. an ever increasing scope of vision; beyond peripheral, beyond your wide screen television. and as it battles with shadows, it is also fighting with light. because the only comforting place to be, is on the edge of dusk.
» Posted By rAH!n On 11.03.2010 @ 8:11 pm
white sheets hang over works in progress, flapping lazily in the wind. as casts of statues explode, birds erupt from their pigeon holes and synchronize with a swarm of bullets and shattered pieces of plaster.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.28.2010 @ 11:41 am
theories of sweaters, a rapturous unraveling. vibrations excite the string you’re composed of. a billion chords in unison, humming, produce sound in a vacuum only heard by your impossible molecules, the velocity of ossicles rising.
and there are kittens displayed playing with a ball of yarn that loops around your side and ties into the stitching of the very sweater you’re wearing.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.16.2010 @ 7:26 am
You watch Main Street writhing, frothing at its cavity filled, gutter-lined mouth. Plaque builds, the amorphous red plague. Bits of elephant ear smeared paper plates, dog shit, crushed styrofoam cups, plastic bags, and cans of Budweiser, all of these things smiling back at you, caught like spinach in the teeth of your hometown. And the dentist’s office burned down two years ago. And now the dollar store you walked to from your childhood home is a liquor store. And they’re building a Wal-Mart in a field where horses used to run. And you can’t leave this place anymore without feeling as if you’ve contracted a disease, or that you’re carrying a burden away from it, or that a device has been implanted within the folds of your brain, but whatever it is, the feeling carries the same ominous weight as that of a storm cloud steadily approaching above either an endless desert or an ocean of omnipresence.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.13.2010 @ 4:15 am
a glare nagging in the periphery, a radiant display of flash grenades throwing shards of glass into the corner of your eye. the sunlight peaking through the blinds that pierces your eyelids in the morning, catapulting blankets over your face.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.10.2010 @ 8:04 pm
sifting through the dust of second-hand stores, I am searching for words I once knew, for an army I used to command. pages and phrases turn and tear in my hands, flutter to scraps on the floor. I feel them like phantom limbs perched on the tip of my tongue. out of focus and blurred in my mind, they’re black shapes in front of the sun.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.02.2010 @ 5:27 pm
on the tip of my tongue, on the edge of my seat, I am a fountain of potential waiting to be released.
» Posted By rAH!n On 10.01.2010 @ 3:13 am
breathing with the rhythm
of a swinging, solemn thread
silent and transfixed upon
the patient oscillation
distractions muffled into white noise
feathers surfing highways
colors blur and melt into
pale monochrome smokescreens
behind the totem tied pendulum
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.30.2010 @ 7:20 pm
words seek definition inherently, the juxtaposition of letters, spaces, punctuation. arrangements, mosaics, timelines that all lead to now, built and pieced together form words uttered, stumbled over, blurted out, sighed and whimpered, wailed and trailed off.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.25.2010 @ 6:48 pm
sometimes it feels encased in bone, held captive in my brain. such a mighty force in such tiny space to be contained.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.24.2010 @ 1:15 pm
pounds of atoms spinning in the distance, indistinct, wavering through heat waves melting on the blacktop. if you were the pinnacle, I am the precipice. if you were the criminal, I am the jail sentence. you are a lupine anacoluthia, jagged teeth and wagging tail.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.23.2010 @ 8:40 pm
the edges of doors dissolve into walls, watch yourself disappear in the mirror.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.22.2010 @ 6:40 pm
that smooth, stiff feeling of starched sheets, bleached white to remove a plethora of stains. cold under the blankets, I slide awkwardly, edges tucked in too tightly and I can’t move. silence and stillness and highway lights blind me through the crack between the drapes and the wall. I’ll lie and stare at the ceiling, waiting for the wake up call.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.19.2010 @ 3:06 pm
a vision of division, through no slight mitotic excision. this is nuclear fission, the momentum of invented decision.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.18.2010 @ 6:47 pm
the threadbare fabric our coupling becomes, interwoven fallacies in a paradox pin-striped suit undone. (what a gown is this to wear? what a frown is this to wear?) every seam you sew, I tear. I wear out. patches, elastic, I’ve outgrown this. this suit was once fantastic. I didn’t used to, but now I’m noticing all the clothes in all those store front windows. and I am sorry, but mine is not the only suit you put your stitch in. I’ve been patient, I have waited, but it seems with you there’s no fruition.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.17.2010 @ 3:25 pm
how inaccurately accurate and perfectly juxtaposed to the final, fragmented moments we shared tonight.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.16.2010 @ 7:07 pm
the galloping thunderous thud, a stampede of concrete millipedes the size of horses’ dicks, trample and sample the flesh of these city streets, where the main course is sick.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.11.2010 @ 7:29 am
on a drunken axis time leans and sifts, sloshing to one side of the universal paradigm, the galactic hourglass of wavering non-particles flashing in and out of existence in-between dimensions and along vibrating strings in infinite directions
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.08.2010 @ 7:16 pm
rows and rows, pecking crows and the seeds he sows. vials of genetic misinformation, disorganized reputation grows. family of liars, grandpa dishonors implanted traits and cousin implicitly implicates.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.06.2010 @ 10:59 am
take your feet out from under so you’re trippin up on that skirt. I put you deep beneath 6 feet of compact dirt.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.05.2010 @ 9:04 am
that back and forth exchange. the tidal pulse of conversation, the in and out, reverberation.
» Posted By rAH!n On 09.03.2010 @ 12:48 pm
your MOM was a tree. I got nothin
» Posted By rAH!n On 08.31.2010 @ 12:32 pm
the curve of, the pretty dimples in. your cheeks. I am a metaphor. I am a minotaur. I am tongue-in-(your-)cheek.
» Posted By rAH!n On 08.30.2010 @ 7:50 pm
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eyes follow the arc, trailing dotted lines subside like waves or smoke, to the height of this vessel’s ascension where as momentum increases t i m e s l o w s d o w n.
» Posted By rAH!n On 08.29.2010 @ 2:00 pm