fridayand are unfortunately reminded
of solitude.
the ticking of a clock in each room
reminds me of my packed suitcase
and discount plane tickets
that read slowly and deliberately,
one way.
Newest
silencemy finger is empty. it echo 's all the things I cannotsilence
breathe into the deflated
earth the rhythm teaches me
to play
my heartstrings with a bro ken pick
by ~Sutcak
DropletI missedDroplet
the face I would touch like Water droplets on a delicate leaf,
it sits and thinks that if it moved it would destroy a moment I could spend the rest of my life in
I’ve replaced your photo and You sit in my garage, between an ugly colour of paint and the doll house I made for my childish dreams
I can’t ask you to come back but I still crave you too my fingertips
and back
by ~Sutcak
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for otto.hurt my eyes looking into yours, that night. every tear that falls is, i think, just another opportunity for me to smile -for otto.
- &#
by ~JShay
Crop circlesCrop circles
In her mother's wheat field, she tried to kill herself.
The soy will not grow when the corn ears will not listen,
in denial in the ground.
(she tried to crawl, but underneath six feet is such a height when you're only five-three)
Barley is a burly male-factor, littering and loitering among the rapeseed.
(scarecrows do not work on men who break stems and raze girls)
Flax and linseed in fertile crescents become nightmares as she is laid, again and again, in the field:
there is no catcher in the rye, &
by ~adalaine
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Dig hard.
Dig deep.
Run for shelter.
Never look back.
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
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