Yet Invented : Writing

The Elysium Pool

The Elysium Pool

A Poem by Yet Invented


I've been reading a lot of Sylvia Plath. This is her world, mixed with classical mythology.
Strawberry Satellite

Strawberry Satellite

A Poem by Yet Invented


Because I don't want a white collar job, and I want you just once before we all die.
Pinyin, Honey

Pinyin, Honey

A Poem by Yet Invented


Red is an attractive, mysterious phenomenon.
Pinyin, Honey

Pinyin, Honey

A Poem by Yet Invented


Red is an attractive, mysterious phenomenon.
My Chalice Holds Tachyons

My Chalice Holds Tachyons

A Poem by Yet Invented


Life can feel like a tachyon, sometimes: difficult to comprehend and always chaotic.
Queen of the Wasteland

Queen of the Wasteland

A Poem by Yet Invented


An unknown narrator tries to find absolution or meaning in imminency.
And Still It Is 9 O' Clock

And Still It Is 9 O\' Clock

A Poem by Yet Invented


It is 9 O' Clock and the world is but a confusing macrocosm; in the microcosmic, a beautiful girl dyes her hair while the world continues to deconstru..
The Glass Charmer

The Glass Charmer

A Story by Yet Invented


A glass elephant, formed from a Turkish sand-spinner, tries to confront its current master about her emotional and drug-addiction catastrophes.

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