|A combination of dying conurbations, bleak natural landscapes and the only words that have a chance of describing it all.|
HaptophobiaHaptophobia by tetrarchangel
Haphephobia – I forge relationships
Of immense intensity
With people I will never know,
And can never meet,
Who exist only in aether, and
Are given flesh by a libidinous mind. No contact
No contact, no touch,
For I know that I’m compelling
If all I have is the
And my words
To lead the way.
Aphephobia – A monastic cell
Whose door opens into
A brothel where I’m the madam,
An abbess of one and a
Procuress of infinite possibility.
There is a rule of no touching but it counts differently:
Don’t touch my heart and don’t move me,
Don’t caress a strand of sympathy.
Haphophobia – I crafted an environment
Where the closest heartstring
Is full one hour away:
“Oh give me space,” I said,
Meaning the void
Where every distance is essentially infinite,
And light reaches not to my retreat.
Hapnophobia – Love did not (save) me, but it did preserve me.
That is to say, my love, the love
A preservation of a decaying star,
St. Michael and All AngelsSt. Michael and All Angels by tetrarchangel
So it was about four years ago and I would call it a lifetime
If that wasn't offensive
And I know I don't mourn like a pagan
But I miss you
You're not a pressed flower
You're not frozen
You're a garden, and it's summer
I had to come before I went
Had to be honest
I'm going where we were both going to be
And you're with me
The dirt on my hands never washed
Earth and the earthman
And the heart and the hippocampus
It's tranquil till it's not
Nothing set in stone
There's just a wooden cross
We'd fought all sorts of things in that same corps
On the same journey
The same mission, royal commission
So so long as I'm struggling I know you're ready to laugh at my foibles
The only flower I associate you with dances
Bawdy lyrics and our rubbish harmonies
But there's a place where carnations grow and no one is afraid
Of course I wish I could have kept you closer
Of course I know I make the same mistakes, every one of them
But I'm going now where we were always headed
And you’d s
LionsdonLionsdon by tetrarchangel
My body in space and time
Is a battleground of warring
I spend my time as a negotiator for my own release,
When we all agree on purpose and not on
How to get away.
Meanwhile predators that do not stalk
And fearful souls stride like hunters
We wilfully forget the spectrum and subtlety
Whilst morally choosing to believe, always.
We knew I must go to the sea,
We know I would be on the edge,
Some bastion standing where waves meet the land
Where black paper swans bisect the green,
And strands connect us in new ways.
Kicking and ScreamingKicking and Screaming by tetrarchangel
I can’t express it but I’m begging you to rescue me
Even as I love this
I wish you were here taking me
Throwing me over your shoulder
Kicking and screaming
Exfiltrated by you from the deepest danger.
A big man with a big walk
Striding into the heart of the beast, the belly of darkness,
To steal me.
I resist and I struggle but
Only because I’d trapped myself
Than degrading captors
In vermicelli ideas
A labyrinthine library of lies
To tie me to this bed.
He speaks and none dare reply
He lifts and I can’t stop him
My protests are feeble, unheard
To his stature,
And he can
Walk down the street, as I kick and I scream
And no-one questions it.
That he is the hero.
I can’t tell him now,
As my impotent tantrum rages
How he’s saved me
From all horror
But even if I will never turn to thanks
He would have come
It is in his nature to break in and rescue.
Timothy J Swann is a writer of novels and of poems, currently working on the publishing of his first novel, The Purity Construct, as well as a host of ongoing short stories and poetic series. He admits his name is a little pretentious, but is of the opinion that it looks better on a book cover than Tim Swann, even if he's called Tim by everyone he knows.|
Current Age: 22
Current Residence: Worcester
Favourite genre of music: www.last.fm/user/yalphaath