#UnseenArtists Self Pimp-Out Vol. 20 [MC]

Welcome to the twentieth volume of the UnseenArtists Self Pimp-Out news article series! This is a weekly series that showcases works from members of the group. The goal help artists gain exposure, even if it is just a little bit. Be sure to check out each of these artists and support them!


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Exercise in romanticismI stroll through the back yard, right to the very end of our property. There a small clearing lies, covered in little stones. The front entrance is guarded by tall grass stalks on both sides, making it almost like a doorway. The back is protected by stunted trees, with many tangled branched. To one side, there is a forest of shrub-trees, small and plain, with a path leading to another part of the yard. On the other side there is the beginning of the path through tall trees. The effect is startling to a new comer, the side views are almost mirrored.
I move around, try to get comfortable, so it's difficult to hear anything other than myself. The rocks underneath me are moving with me, crumbling against each other, and I'm shifting them too, causing the chain reaction. Now the rocks are bumping into the grass stalks to the right, disappearing into the depths. I wonder what else could be hidden in that labyrinth, what treasure to be found by creatures we call repugnant.  
It's da
smilessmiles play between our words
tossed carlessly in and out
the kissing lips
soft against the bitter
saliva and something broken
giggles erupting from sore throats
all the time, heads forgotten
time counted with fingers and sweet words
their faces are always so stoney
boring their one look like a dozen of lectures
hisses harsh against the ears
i'll protect you
promise
they say i mean nothing
even such a pitiful word as
fool can't be said about
things i call myself
my thoughts wishes and thanks
whispered across her face
a sad excuse for a life
nothing vital made or thought out
just words, poems and a void
it's sweet to see someone care so much
their voices loud and cold
her hands hot against the throat
whispers inaudible hard to distinguish
from my thoughts and the voices
they want me to be a normal
and an ordinary man, an agent of peace
a schemer a noble man a gentleman
a man a man a man
not myself
me
the word meaningless in a crowd
poets just scum and musc

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That is all for this week! Be sure to stick around for Vol. 21 which should be out next week. If you would like to be a part of this news article series, check out UnseenArtists and wait for the blog announcing the next article. Also, as always, please be sure to check out previous volumes as well.

Previous Volumes:
Volume 19
Volume 18
Volume 17
Volume 16
Volume 15
Volume 14
Volume 13
Volume 12
Volume 11
Volume 10