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Your showcase act,
she who
toes the line between
safety
and
stupidity
tightrope-catwalking,
straightline-kerbstalking
distance edges closer as her
heart rate stalls.
Your glitz girl,
she who
knows the time it takes to
trust
and
practise
horsetrot-swordthrowing
actgets-crowdgoing
her balance was performance but she
fell for you.
she who
toes the line between
safety
and
stupidity
tightrope-catwalking,
straightline-kerbstalking
distance edges closer as her
heart rate stalls.
Your glitz girl,
she who
knows the time it takes to
trust
and
practise
horsetrot-swordthrowing
actgets-crowdgoing
her balance was performance but she
fell for you.
Literature
Knowledge
In a fever dream, black dooms descending
He lies rapt in stupor.
The windows tilt from his halo, the dry
heat ticking, each death rattle measures light into
reflections- form a periscope. One eye is all
that is needed to see. People
stutter along streets, gloom draped. Voices
soften and stretch, heard through memory and dreaming-
one hundred shadowy watchers meld to tarmac. Only one enters.
Yard lights convulse, scald twilit moments, birds
settling on flares. He blinks,
old as time- skin a coral of waxes, leather from his own glow. Eyes,
molten yolks still glimmer beneath lids, fat sunken. She watches,
notes of orange blossom
Literature
a conversation
i welcome sleep as it is - a long lost friend returning home from battle, arms draped over my shoulders, weeping. i held it close and whispered - as if it were my only friend, being the prince of the sky, asking of why i cling to my possessions like a dog to its territory, why i harbor insane notions about silly things -
"we are all barren, stripping the land, looking for love in white-capped waves of our own destruction."
i asked why mother nature was pulling me by the roots of my hair, and being as i am, a girl who speaks vague classroom french and stands at the waterside passing small thoughts
like stones as the brine and tangling seawe
Literature
Puddled Gasoline
Hear me read it! Puddled Gasoline
Someone left the car on
with the garage door closed again;
mother-of-pearl rainbows
streak the harsh winter concrete
as I breathe past the fumes.
Your son,
forgetful seventeen
at its finest,
blares Grunge
or Punk
or some other form of noise
I'm not familiar with.
He will not hear me screaming
when I tug open the door
and you spill out like a puddle
onto my freshly-buffed shoes,
because I will not be screaming
at all.
For the first time
in almost twenty years of marriage,
you've silenced me.
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Will probably revisit this, but I like the basic idea. I hope it comes across ^^
Edit:// Oh. My. Goodness. I shed tears over this! Thank you so , so, so, so (times 100) much for this, to everybody who has visited and to Lizzie (*callerofcrows) and ^thorns for making it happen!
Words are not enough
// According to Collins Compact:
practise (or U.S. practice) 1. do repeatedly, work at to gain skill.
Edit:// Oh. My. Goodness. I shed tears over this! Thank you so , so, so, so (times 100) much for this, to everybody who has visited and to Lizzie (*callerofcrows) and ^thorns for making it happen!
Words are not enough
// According to Collins Compact:
practise (or U.S. practice) 1. do repeatedly, work at to gain skill.
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Wow... you really deserve this DD!! It's amazing