By Onyx Winter god has no voice over my soul in pain or my soulless flesh -computing over my constant timeless tormenting god has no voice, no objection over his electric animations lamenting with tireless meaningless bemoaning with no say in his forgetting- to impart free will god has no voice over his own pretending a man's hopeful way of representing his relentless troubles unconsenting to see god for the reflectionless images- he is presenting man has no mirror he is drif

By Glowingpixie In memory of 'Lightning Jim', a man who outpaced anything. He met his end 19th of May, whilst crossing on the carriageway. The quickest man who walked the earth, struck down by a reversing hearse. #DarkPoetsClub #DarkHumourBitterIrony

By Lize du Toit incremental motion of the trolley slack and self-conscious one wheel squeaks and clunk-clunks over beige and off-white linoleum between two-litre skimmed milk and iron-fortified cereal what is the state of my soul? reach over for the lettuce in the back too many hands have touched the ones in front four-ply is on special this week squeak, clunk-clunk how many spirits have access to my mind? isle three will have the salt and descaler you always forget and then