Jump to content
Attention, CICADA community!
  • It’s time to say goodbye—the community at cicadamag.com is now closed. Learn more...


Popular Content

Showing most liked content on 12/07/17 in all areas

  1. 3 points
    that wednesday afternoon he took my heart into his palms: flick of a wrist breaking it into two, a fortune cookie snap. he extracts the futures from the blood stained caves of my insides, he reads all that fear written into all that paper. tucks back my hair. brushes his knuckles over my own. i strike his cheeks with all of the ways my eyes can’t land on his own; every fruit tree withers without its butterfly. “bear, you aren’t used to this. you aren’t used to all this love, little moth,” he smiles. he wraps his arms around me and my stowed away moth wings. this is the last time i see him; he is unraveling his arms from my body. he is walking away. he hardly waits to wipe his hands free of the crumbs, newly sweetened, for all the birds to peck up swallow. i pick peaches off the ground now. misplaced the fortunes in some suitcase heart of hope-sent boy. only gray bubble text message like cloud on a white snow sky: “we’ll stay together, tomorrow. i promise.” peaches bruise on the soil from which they grew. tomorrow never arrives. live the cliche: it’s always today. spit the peach pits. lick your lips. pat them into hard december soil gray. do not wash your knees. grow all these trees. put every broken bone of your body back into the bag of your skin. in the evening, lit by man-lit gaslight pray it’ll fit together. pray all the fear away. but first, plant the trees. always plant the trees with both knees knelt, dirty.
  2. 3 points
    i had to do a poetry reading last night, for my capstone. a girl cried. people laughed. an editor asked to publish work. so much love for all these people who have welcomed and helped me these past two years. i’ll miss them so.
  3. 1 point
    [author's note: a bit of dialogue facilitated through a chat client used by two characters. it's a homeless snippet so ill probably never put it into a story, but im crying laughing over here so im posting it] -- TT [turingTested] began pestering KA [kaffenAficionado] at 9:13 AM -- TT: Good morning, I'm suffering from sleeping on the fucking floor all night. KA: Well, let's go find breakfast, and maybe some coffee. TT: Coffee? TT: I'll put creamer in YOUR coffee. KA: What flavor of creamer? If it's pumpkin spice, that's too white girl for me. TT: Hazel-NUT. KA: Only you would make a nut joke about coffee creamers. TT: You charmed yet? KA: Keep flirting and you might find out. TT: Honestly all attempts have been shots in the fucking dark. TT: I have no clue how to flirt. KA: Well, then this is gonna get hella awkward, isn't it? TT: There's an approximate 78% chance that yes, this is potentially going to reach ungodly levels of awkward. KA: Well, I say we make awkward work. TT: You know what else you make work? KA: You're going to turn this into a pick-up line, aren't you? TT: You bet that sweet ass I am. KA: Why are you betting your own ass? TT: Holy damn. KA: Honestly, if this planet doesn't kill me, your flirting will. TT: Now that would be a cryin' shame. I ain't no necrophile. KA: Jesus christ, Hal. They say silent as the dead and you're doing something wrong. TT: Well, you obviously haven't listened to my faaavorite Halloween song, Code Blue. KA: Honestly, terrible as that was, I can probably top that. TT: Joke's on you, Kade. I bottom for no one. KA: Let's just get you your god damn coffee. TT: AHAHA YOU CONCEDED TT: THIS MEANS I WIN KA: Oh, fuck off. TT: AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS KA: *Heavy sigh.* You get to leave your wallet at home. TT: IM ORDERING 11 SHOTS OF ESPRESSO TT: ANY MORE AND STARBUCKS CUTS ME OFF KA: I'm paying, so I'm setting the rules, and I'm telling you RIGHT NOW that all you're getting is decaf. KA: You're terrible enough even without caffeine. TT: Spoilsport. KA: Your impending myocardial infarction thanks me. -- KA [kaffenAficionado] ceased pestering TT [turingTested] at 9:38 AM -- [another author's note: also @O. Captain i feel like you'd appreciate this for. ahem. shared literary tastes]
  4. 1 point
    The Clicking Of an opening case The swish of Gold hued Wings Gliding through the air Stretching out the Wrinkles of Time Exscape Exscape Exscape They Speak to Me Be Free They Hum The familiar Melody And so I do We start to Soar In an Open A Sky And Glide with a soft squealing E We pass through the Cold Mist of Unforgotten Clouds They serve as Reminders Fly Higher! They Laugh Like hail hitting the window And so I do Higher and Higher Closer to the sun Closer to the Bright Yellow star Calling our names Like Moths to a Flame Striving for warmth We Fly The Air is getting thin No Longer are we in the Open A sky We are so far from home HIGHER! HIGHER! FLY HIGHER! They shout into the wind And So I try But The air Gets thinner Our Notes Shorter and Harsher Panting With exertion And I Fall I'm falling WE are Falling The air forgetting to support our weight Too Thin to keep our wings afloat A's and B's F's and C's E's and G's come rushing out DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN! They Scream Blood Curdling Shivers down your spine Help Us! Help Me! I Cry I Yell so loud my throat Burns My Lungs Give out My Veins Strain Oh Sweet God of mine Please Save Us! I can't Breath... Silence. The Snaps of a case The Sniffles of Wings sliding back into place Molting Feathers as if Everything were only a Flicker ------ Still editing... But I need to get to work and I wrote it on here so I figured I might as well Post it and see what You guys think needs work. Help a Person out? haha.
  5. 1 point
    I really like this poem - the way the words sound next to each other, the imagery. I especially like 'The Sniffles of Wings sliding back into place' line.
  6. 1 point
    Finally got to Imago... bout time. Oh and Hey all Six Followers of mine... How are you today?
  7. 1 point
    She didn’t care much about the hunt anymore. She just kept it up out of habit. I was wild and free and lonely. The forest was bustling, with thousands of creatures that called my name in curiosity. She lived in a daydream, one bright morning following the next. I watched each sunrise for something new and wonderful. She was tired and I was full of life. The animals feared her bow and they whispered warnings to me as I lay in the trees at night. She feared nothing, not even the largest of beasts. Through the passing of days I watched her wander through the woods. She was alone; I was lonely. Once, I called out to her as the bright sun dappled the moss carpet green and gold. She was beautiful, with sun-warmed hair like flames and wolfberries, but her green eyes were empty - I found no hope in them. She looked back at me with the same amount of wonder that I had for her. She seemed to marvel at me - my beastlike stance and my inquisitive stare, my dark, wild eyes and tousled wind-ruffled hair. “Hello,” she whispered in a voice quiet from disuse. Slowly, she put down her carved oak bow and reached out a hand to me. I reached back, and as our hands touched, one soft and pale, the other dark and strange, I conveyed all the meanings I had for her in my own words, the language of the forest. She seemed to understand. She stared back into my creature eyes and then down at the bow. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” She whispered. “My sisters have moved on. My hunt should be over.” I nodded as she stared at the trees around her as if for the first time. Stop hunting the beasts. I ~the forest~ said. “What else can I do?” She wondered, looking down with sadness at the bow and the life she needed to leave behind. Stay here. I offered. No more killing, just living. Watching. She seemed to ponder this, gazing around again at the wild green tangle of home and freedom. You are hopeless. I whispered. Find it here. “I am not accustomed to peace.” She lamented. “I have always hunted the forest’s creatures. Isn’t it too late to change?” I didn’t answer her question because neither of us knew. In this forest the beasts watch the sun rise and set, the storms come and go. We drink from clear streams and sleep in tree hollows under firefly stars. We are a part of the woods. “I am a part of the fields, the mountains. I am hunter, you are hunted.” The hunt is not part of you. I pointed out. It is gone. She turned to look at me again, and my heart beat like that of a frightened rabbit. Stay here, live in the forest. End the hunt, become free. She paused, thinking and remembering her old life. I waited. Then she smiled and took my hand. I grinned too, leading her through the forest as she left her bow, and the hunt, behind and didn’t look back.
  8. 1 point
    World's best Barista. No one can say no to my coffee shop. The money would just roll in. But who would be my villian?
  9. 1 point
    seventh circle of hell: homestuck on main kldgjkldjfs i only have one tumblr blog (@corpus--corvus) so yall get a fucking MESS of everything im excited about at any given time and im happy to PM yall through there if anyone wants my skype :0 i don't got an active pinterest, but my twitter is @corpus_corvus_ and iiii think that's all i got? yeah. *dabs*