A. S. Lawrence

Joined June 2021

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Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Fiction
Black and Blue
The eerie blue glow of ballgames and shows, most places I go, in every bar on my road. It intrudes and though my eyes elude
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
Porcelain
Your masks might lie, but their forms and lines reveal the truth of the intentions behind. So I search beyond the plastic
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
I am to love and never sleep
With you I made my peace with ups and downs, A fall together beating solo rise. The filth and frolic of decaying towns Deserving equal place in our gray eyes.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
Disguised leaves
The leaves on this tree disguise themselves as bugs when brontosaurs draw near
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Naked in Cold
Ironically, trees shed their clothing when autumn cold kisses the air.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Remain Unburned
When do trees catch fire? When it gets colder, and yet they remain unburned.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Peeking
We slowly trudge our way upward and the horizon above us is barely budged. The moments blur together into one long, unceasing toil.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Fake News: The Psychic Echo
They called it Echo. The President reclined in his luxurious swivel chair, and stared at the blue glow of the monitor. "Echo, the Internet's Dreamcatcher," shone in bold yellow type across the top of the webpage onscreen.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Fiction
Future Japanese Islands
and now I'm walking backwards, like the rest is history. If your peaks are behind you, then walking backwards is a rise,
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear (If You Want to). Runner-Up in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Run out of time and into the negative space between moments. The trees seem to vibrate into our past, as if effects create causes.
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Poets
Without Truth for Fuel
That's a lie. I heard it. You don't need lipstick! You paint your mouth with crimson dishonesty. I used to ask you... Ask you about the inconsistencies.
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets