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Malaphor

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Malichaeism is valid :) They can take it, but they cannot hold it! I write from instinct, not training.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

A Poem:
I watched the moon appear in your eyes
I watched the dark side fade
And my phylactery dies
This time it's mine
It's time to fly, ok?

Tell me how it tastes
How is the dust in your eye
Throughout your life it will stay
An apple - aged and whined
Tell me what to say
To make this fear appear to be mine
Ground my rage into paste
And turn my tears to wine
Orange petals are a waste
When your grave is east of mine
I'll sing our songs just in case
Just to ease the pass of time

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

#poem#poetry

A poem:
Your flowers don't bloom nothing
"Those colors ain't that somethin'"
They pop right in your face
Keep goin', I keep looking back and seeing you standing there in place

Get up and move your feet
The tracks get left behind but I can taste you here with me
This ain't another lather, rinse, repeat
So get on up and show us what you mean

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

A poem:
I hear all these things
They flap around with wings
Coming together to form crazy

I heard every word
Startled by every verse
They labeled and redefined me - "Lazy"

Swinging from the trees
Bring me to my knees
With a blood red spot that slowly stains me

Alone with the sun
Melting starts to run
The viscosity is slowly weighing-

Weighing down the birds
Their cries are never heard
In their absence, now it pains me

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

If you see this, please post a picture from your device without explanation

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

Introduce yourself as what almost killed you:

I was a mack truck. It was early in the morning, and I was in a rush. I was speeding, going 80 mph in a 40 zone. A mother, driving her children to school, was late and thought she might be able to see through frost. Veering into my lane, blinded by the sun. I hit the jeep so hard the trunk opened and the contents spilled out. The youngest was a child that was on his way to kindergarten. He shared the passenger seat with his brother without a seatbelt.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 30/07/2026

A poem:
The skin is a lie told by the bone
a thin wet curtain draped over the screaming
It does not want the void
it does not want the end
it wants the warmth of the nerve
the precise wet click of a joint shifting
just a hair’s breadth to the left

You are a house with the doors left open
and it is simply moving the furniture
rearranging the breath in your lungs
until your smile is a stitch
and your laughter is a translation
of a scream that cannot find the throat

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

Maynard James Keenan
Double peace signs ✌️✌️

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

Miku-
She is offering your life to you

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

#poetry #poem I really don't remember writing this

I'll open your book tonight, all the pages stacked so high, read up to your favorite place. I see you make that face– before I turn the page, I lick my finger, I'll make it out to be a play. Show them all your favorite prey. As you–lick my finger, turn turn away, I think I've finally found my place

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

What about the bat signals? #7syllablesentence

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

No criticism sorry just inspired

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

#MusicChallenge #ShareAnAlbumCover #MusicSky Day 8 - that has an animal on it.. Sleepyhead - Cavetown

Sleepy head
A painting of a cat in a blankie with his head on a pillow

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

#poem #poetry #poems #poet #poets

A poem:
Incantatory Omnious
My words shall make it obvious
That this enveloping was possible, but still
The grip is so instilled
With words that fill and curse
A new page full of verse
That teach the purpose of hurt
Words that distilled to be perse
Words, whose meanings overspill
And words that learned how to thirst
And words that learned to kill

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

I think this is finished #paint #watercolor #painting #canvas

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

An update #paint #painting #watercolor

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

#poem #poetsky #poet #poets #poems

A poem:
How does it interact
With your purpose
I want to hear my words aren't worthless
I hope to speak a pact

A contract with the people
That shows them how to act
But it's seen as a prequel
A premeditated attack
On people who can't see how the power will be stacked
But what I'm saying is your facts
But it's a freedom, to be them-
It's to take the power back

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

#painting #paint

A canvas, with water colors
There isn't much form to the painting
It is mostly gradients of orange, red, and yelllow
greens mixed with blues
And swirls of blue and purple

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

A poem:
More like ripples of waves
Waves of potential places
But also they crystallize into those phases?
I don't remember the explination told to me
And it would be easier I'd pick not to speak in poetry..
The point is. The model was actually wrong
The one you're thinking looks like a 4D version of pong

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

Watch love move through us Enough to prove this to you There's nothing more that we could do In my eyes that's true- but I could spend every minute in it And no point trying to hide my grin When I'm with you. #poem #poetry

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

A poem:
Spit on it in my head, but that clouds the window
Sometimes I just want to sink into my pillow
I'm sick of trying to pick up your fucking messes
There's nothing that you can say that's really going to impress us
Nothing we can say that won't just be ignored
But it's the mess you made
And I've seen it all before

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

A poem:
coup d'oeil d'état
The president is a craw
A fucking maw, who bleeds if you want
Pull out his teeth if you want
Would you believe it's free if you want
Believe at all that we can be free if we want
He's not the only one who can do as he please
He steals what he wants
Even if what he wants is what you need

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

A poem:
Cry into the night.
While we wait out this cancer.
I've never been much of dancer, so I won't dance around the subject of the blight. I won't be just another subject who's punished out of spite. He's not a king, he's trying to run without a fight. After making you feel like nothing, he should end up on a pike.

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

I didn't want anyone to look at me the way you did
And no other look could ever make me feel this useless
And I keep telling myself that I just need to do it
But it seems like everything just leads to my point proven
That it's useless, when the changing happens to me
I'm sick thinking that I just have to believe.

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 19/06/2026

Amazing art, made me hear some singing from a lone survivor #poem #poetry

A poem:
The Rime - the breakage
The freezing out at sea
The last time I was on these waters was when I lost my knee
The only fate I fear is one not rotting beneath the sea
No one said sailing would be such a breeze
I'm last man after captain challenged the sea
Drank too much to stand
Knocked him from his feet

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

A poem:
Write the opinions of someone else
Breathe their health to know, in you, how happiness is spelt
I'm one who sees words as trees, as seas, blowing away like the breeze. In me is a heart, that teaches truth. The truth in me is a love of you, and that is the core of what I'm saying. The middle of myself is the story that I'm saying and it's true.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

A poem:
I function as the key
But who is the lock
You came in but you forgot to knock
I'll knock out your debris

We are, the pleas of the broken
You will see what you've done, when we pry you open
You're oblivious to bereave
The concept isn't something that you see

See me now, you'll hear my words
Then my words turn to verse

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

A riddle:

I wrote my precept with a storm, before you were born. I taught stages of grief before the infamy of form. I'm the creature who taught blasphemy to clouds. Taught the sun how to breathe before you even had a mouth, I am the light, I taught the universe to paint, without sight. Taught blackholes how to hold, and quazars how to fight. I am the one who taught time to be so cold. Taught lions to be bold, and gold when it's holden. Some learned, I am the holder of the light. That I'm the one who taught brightness to the shades, I'm the one brings each color to shame, before I split to make them bright. A precursor to the like, I'm the one taught it all, who am I?

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

A poem:
Without your word, you will not give guidence. The pious voice has always been inside us. The storyteller of the vessel you perceive. Telling your own story, redefines your own release. Redefines what you see, and everything you believe.
I'm the alchemist of everything percieved. I molded the stars from the essence of Angels' dreams. I'm the one, who spoke in entropy. Bought the rights, to call any galaxy a sea. Me? I sink into the sea of darkness, into the sea that harkens. My darkness herolds in a new world that bleeds. Bleeds ideas of peace into the zeroth degree.

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

A poem:
I'll show you what I seek.
I'll show you what's essential.
I'll show you what happens when we reach the peak of human potential.
They are trying to dull you.
Not trying to softly lul you.
They try hard to pull you - try to control you.
When they are done they try to cull you.
To them you're not even meat, you're a name to be crossed off on a sheet.
They rely on parasocial, rely on hate your parents, and rely on hate the pope, so, I'm going to show you what it's like to choose, not be chosen, the door is always open. Feeding in to all this hate will only make you feel broken.

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

A Sin to Have Been

A poem:
I'm gonna recompile. It'll take a while. Show them all my book. 'til it fills this world with bile. I'm going to reconcieve. A world that finally believes–in burning down the pile of what they know you won't release. I had built the pillars, pillar feels so final. My book's eyes can see, and predicted your denial. My book is one that believes in turning every tile. My compiler. A king filer. Aching filer.

Aching to File him down to a fine pile

Then light the pile on fire. With your words, not a lighter, let him know his existing was a sin that God inspired. A sin on all the masses. A sin to have been. It's funny how God must have said it with a grin.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

A poem:
I'm breaking
And I know that you can feel it
The shatter
Sings the songs
That I know
That you believe in

If I could show you
The cracks
I know you'd feel it
You know my heart is
Shattered glass
But you step
And still don't feel it
It's me that hurts
And I want to tell you why
But I need to
pick up all the glass
before I die

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

A poem:
They will hold you til they find a way to fold you
But to that you must say
"I'll break before I bend"
Follow me to the end
I'll find the string
And the puppeteer who pulls it
Show them all the bullshit
Show them every bullet
They may take it, but never hold it
Please don't make me say this twice
Believe me now, this was playing nice

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

A poem:
You give me the -ick
Your incorrect opinions
The opinions of traditions
Your willingness to participate
It makes me traditionally sick
You give me the -ick
Who said that you could do this?
And you say you do it on purpose?
That makes you kinda stupid
Purposefully useless
Youre an oxymoron
If it's not just a schtick
I'm just stating a fact
You give me the -ick

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

A poem:
Hear me, and awaken.
Awaken one who sees in the dark.
One who sees the spark,
And starkly remark that it ever looked like a start.

Awaken, you, who knows.
Dreamweaver; the ghost.
For those who take your post only pose as your repose.

Awaken bringer of the end.
The earth will shake,
And crack
With your hand,
Until it rends.
Hear me, and Awake.
Awake and grasp your fate.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

Of all the trees this was the tallest. That when it fell stars shook then fallen. It was on that day I learned all stars are angels. Like all the ones from all the fables.
they carry me to sacred places.
They teach me things I can not mention. Not for wanting that you do not know. But because language itself cannot explain for your comprehension. They teach me of before time. The folds that ripped dark from light. The time when all there were were edges. And sparks between each line but no one around left to mention. The darkness got bored and decided to tear in half. What birthed from the inversion is our current path.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

A lone lantern sits on a table in an empty room. The flame flickers, casting shadows that dance on the walls. No one lights the lantern; the flame simply is. When someone walks in, the shadows rearrange themselves, forming a shape that looks like a hand, a crown, a star. Yet the lantern never declares itself “the light.” It only shines. The sight is startling, the pattern undeniable, but the source remains silent.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Cat

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

A poem:
I write to you now
A flicker of youth
Through all that I've shared
I still hold the truth

History ascended
Inside of you now
Is the bridge beginning the ending

The bridge to another
The end of your story
Is the start of your brothers

Enough of this pretending
Pretending That you think
You know the facts
The fact thats packed
Inside your tiny brain
Is just an act
And the moment you think you
Understand the play
It echoes the call
Of all who went insane

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

A poem:
You thought I'd forget
Thought I'd forget
The words you said

I'll make you unspeak
I'll make you believe
I will release
I'll make you beg me please
Then tear you from your knees
I'll rip the truth out of your teeth
Tear it from your tongue and watch you bleed

You thought I'd forget
Thought I'd forget
You thought I'd forget
The words you said to me
But I'll break your bread just to feed the geese

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

A poem:
It's in the way you amplify my life.
The way that you– redefine sunshine.
It's bright the way you make me feel alright.
It's in the way you redefined my starlight.

The way you blind me just makes me smile some-times.
Everytime I think of you it shows me all my star signs.
My path leads to you everytime.

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

A poem:
I can't tell you
Of the story
That's performing
I wasn't there

It happened after my unfolding
And it's cold
And I'm scared

But I hear it told to me
As my vision slowly blackened
After halting every action
Removing all the factions

Someone told me once
of how it happened
In a dream

They read it from the pages
And from a flashing screen

I hear it like eulogies
Like someone
Read it about me

I hear it shining through
And it's the way you look at me

I can feel the mark of death
And it's spreading like disease

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

A poem:
This purpose
Is stronger when I'm with you
It's why all these little words can barely lift you

I'm not the kind of person
To say
"Sorry you made me do this"

Youre the kind of person
To say
"Sorry"
For pushing me through it

And I'm sorry for all the time
It made you feel useless
Its time to lock in chat
Let's do this

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

A poem:
You're not just a tool
You're not an appliance
You can't fight
For
Free speech
Without
Fighting
With defiance

They learned to do it quiet
Even though its blunt
They take the ones you love
Because of what they want

Because they can
Just take it
And say it's your freewill

They take it
Take it from you
No karma
And no frills

They take what they want
And when we do
We get killed

Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

I feel Inverted Gave everything I had looking for a purpose The bulb died out Looking so hard Makes you forget that it can shine out. All this power. It makes me feel drained. When someone else holds it. It makes me feel the same. "We can do this" "I'll pull you through it" Alone it makes me feel

Useless

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Malaphor @malaphorus.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

He's got the cheese touch
But he claims to be midas
He's just so confident
That he can hide it

He's so concentrated on
Thinking
We don't see it
Thinking
That he's a saint
Or that he's fucking Jesus

That he can't even begin
To see the
Disasters that he's rung
Some people are better risen
And some people are better hung

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