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domaresmabe

8h ©

Both my gloomy eyes, Keep seeing a block of ice, So cold, can you melt? And, please, ask him how he felt, Life full of regrets....Read more

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queen_mindscape

16h ©

Every nerve of me Pitched and swirled Pleading for a tinch Of rest.. Yet my mindscape drifted With no scope Felt slipping from my nerves Sliding from my life.. Alone- but under the same moon I felt she justified Sometimes glory came In the dusk of glow ... Sometimes you Re live When you g...Read more

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semampuisikan

17h ©

noble sweats, laborers bleed warmth welcome, exasperated sighs booked appointments, unexpected guest cry of a new life, helpless grief shiny leather shoes, barefoot steps demanded respect or earned pity through seasons of rain, and drought between the ringing bells, panic knocks prolonged hope or cu...Read more

the truth about trees is not its age, nor its teeth, it is what happens when you shake its branches and suddenly— a bird flies out. ...Read more

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semampuisikan

1d ©

breath of brief life stumped by gaze into the colourful past when the embryonic space contains condensed matter within the silent void waiting to bloom into divine fireworks even if ceaseless entropy cast its shadow we are but the scattered, improbable cosmic dust--...Read more

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a_p_wyndham

1d ©

Three people were talking about life and death. The florescent room hummed with indignation, Saying, "What do you know of hardship? Here you stand, consequence dismissed!" Wind whistled through an open window. One claims to be the sort who, With heroism of old, would rush Into danger headlong; mo...Read more

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e_ex

1d ©

I know I got it, writing a haiku poem; counting out syllables. But is it my style, maybe to play for a while; counting out syllables. Don't usually do this, focus on numbers not words; counting out syllables. It is different; a change to the usual: counting out syllables. Will I keep it up; is ...Read more

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semampuisikan

1d ©

not a kind of lie to be seen but a facade I put on I know you know we're all the pretender that weaves through crowds that dance to a symphony enraptured — on a grandiose, deceitful stage called life...Read more

my students at school always have runny noses the green slimy kinds ewww no! that is gross! why not clean it, i complain not that they care, ugh! there's this kid named jack one time his nose was quite clean, i ate it, he said i grossed you out, eh? but that's just the truth, really thank god, i ...Read more

Ignite the desire and put on the memory pan Add a cube of happy butter Wait till it melts like a vanilla icecream in summer Then crack three eggs and put it in pan Just remember yolk is pain and egg white is your dying dream Now sprinkle some crushed pepper and hope salt And stir it like you stir ...Read more

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a_p_wyndham

2d ©

A glass of natural Spring that feels like Summer to be drank in Winter; a gift from the old gods of the mountains, when we were whole and pure, traveling by foot along the breadth of everything. Incredients: - St. Augustine Water - Fresh tobacco - Juniper berries - Rose petals - Fresh ginger ...Read more

take a large drink from the sun, say the word good morning to even the industrious ant, gather the sparrows, teach them to break into a song on the word cue, strike tired and oh-its-gonna-be-a-long-day from the dictionary of your life, smile like a silly dog who just got a new bone treat, wear...Read more

Will I ever see the turn again This highway is long enough I am tired of seeing advertisements boards Outside promise, inside false. Rolling on this highway I see the Sun rises like a hero Also I see it goes down like a fallen angel At night moon rules But then at dawn it is also defeated That m...Read more

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gingerbread

3d ©

Count them when I feel myself growing louder. I will collect your tears. With my palms cupped under your chin. As they seep into my skin. Overflowing. I will collect them. I will count them again. Like how you collect every letter which forms into words. Like shards of broken mirrors. They cut thr...Read more

: ALLOWABLES What I think, as I watch it die painfully slow under my feet; crushed legs and open stomach, small as a spider can be, because it couldn't fight back. Because it didn't run quick enough to disappear under a rock or into some corner I don't think I'm allowed To kill somet...Read more