argus paul

Chance is already retired.
I wished to assume that
she protested the continued
definition in my mind.
I had celebrated my prison.

Therefore,
I must go.

You then have the present
that is expressed:
I am alone.

Here is a finish
that lacks interpretation:

I am
as are them.


I shall not hesitate.
Be perfect.
I devoted myself
to read all coincidence.

When I conjure up
definite meaning,
I decide my mind.

The follow up:

One divided by one
equals numb.


Told you so.

-More of my art @ www.arguspaul.com

Wordy Wednesday: Past Loves [Archive]

Hello!

Wordy Wednesdays are for the writers brave enough to submit their work to Diction and Metaphor.
We may still be relatively new to the literary community, but we have already been lucky to acquire some beautiful pieces from writers near and far.

This week I want to rewind a little bit so that we can take a look at some of the pieces already on Diction and Metaphor. Below are the links to previous posts of poetry and fiction that have been published. Also, this is a great time to remind everyone that Diction and Metaphor is always accepting submissions. All I ask is that you please read the guidelines before submitting.
Thanks and enjoy!

Check out these talents, and then join them after reading Diction and Metaphor’s Submission Guidelines!

Best wishes!
–KS

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untitled erasure poem

Written by Argus Paul 
Performed by Chas
Submitted by Argus Paul for World Poetry Day

She was even more naked
between her legs,
because after all,
it was dubious times;
it was war,
each one biting wide.

Open love-
such a lie!
Oh, engulf me here
asleep in the wrecked
phosphorescent bones of logic.

Old he was in trusting anguish.
He was in legs and arms a mile long.

She passes away.
He never went off.
Go in the void of her.
That I did.There was first of all the puzzles.

Died somehow I had…
always with breath.
I found that obsession
is a machine on long
after the drive in me.
I would rot out with it of course.

We,
the last of the line,
never once mated.
Amazing.

So am I nothing?

To Death:
Shape a man on stilts,
age 29. 

And So Before by ArgusPaul

And so before

you showed me yesterday,

damn it,

I swear there was

a whisper like

the early morning.


And the truth took hold.

It made the November sky cold.


Careful,

hear that whisper?

Could it live on as a Will?

Be an even deeper silence.

Tremble me new.


Please,

everyone,

flutter the lips.

-Excerpt from “A Good Man is Dead,” my free eBook available @ www.arguspaul.com

Paulie tried to confront Victor and Victor owned his ass. He then went to Michelle, who also owned his ass. So now he is arguing with Paul and getting his ass owned once again. It’s truly wonderful.

She was even more naked
between her legs,
because after all,
it was dubious times;
it was war,
each one biting wide.

Open love- 
such a lie!
Oh, engulf me here
asleep in the wrecked
phosphorescent bones of logic.

Old he was in trusting anguish.
He was in legs and arms a mile long.

She passes away.
He never went off.
Go in the void of her.
That I did.

There was first of all the puzzles.

Died somehow I had…
always with breath.
I found that obsession
is a machine on long
after the drive in me.
I would rot out with it of course.

We,
the last of the line,
never once mated.
Amazing.

So am I nothing?

To Death:
Shape a man on stilts,
age 29.

-More of my work @ www.arguspaul.com

anonymous asked:

"why is earth wind & fire the greatest band of all time" have you seen that video of mackie arguing about this with paul b.

mackie argues with literally everyone about this and i really appreciate it, like, when will these white men learn???

She stood as someone from the dark.
Catch is passing on backward.
Move me, she said,
Am I beautiful?
It’s not how I feel.

Will everyone fight and leave
so when it’s all over
we can touch gently?

I said,
Own the path out of sight of the widows.

Come to build love long-
but wait,
the beginning was new
and nothing would ever grow old
like quick hearts rushing

faster,
faster,
faster.

-More of my work @ www.arguspaul.com

My Natalie loving friends, we gotta be realistic

In F2, she won’t win against Victor or Paul (unless she somehow controls the house these upcoming weeks and gets the recognition she deserves for it, but as soon as that happens they won’t want her F3 anymore because she’ll be too strong!!). They’re willing to take her to F3 because they know if they make it to F2 with her, they’ll beat her. At this point, both have more comp wins (Victor will argue he won his way back into the game and then beasted it) and Paul will argue how he survived those I believe 3 weeks in a row on the block and went from one of the biggest targets to not being targeted at all. While Natalie’s social game is on the same level if not better than theirs, they’ve made more obvious moves. She had a huge hand in masterminding Paulies demise, but it’s all a question if she’ll even get credit for that. If she were to mastermind getting out Paul and Victor, there’d no longer be a question of her abilities. While I fucking hate Nicorey with a passion and know they don’t even deserve F2, Natalie has a better chance of winning sitting next to one of them. And it’s shitty that we have to think that way, but it’s how big brother is. You don’t want to take the strong, super likable people you’ve been friends with to the end. Because they have such a high chance of winning.