282 days into the year
and I’m still not living, lost
in this urban ballet, this city
of blinding lights. We knew
a place where no cars can go,
where even the crickets
couldn’t be heard - fifty one miles
down an old country road, where the wildflowers
grow like frilly laces, moonblossoms
tearing through the earth.
You could feel the sky in your
thought out gaze, ignoring the stars
and drifting into five am on velvet
waves just about to break.
We don’t go there anymore.
This thing between us set
the night on fire but it only lasted
a little while. I still have that fire
smoldering in my ashtray heart, but
flowers aren’t apologies. You’ve endured
so many storms that you became one – I wore you like a bruise.
I’ll be on the next train to Vegas, dreaming
about photographs from another time.
Love is a smoke made from the fumes
of sighs – may as well buy another
pack. My lungs are empty anyway.
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Literature
On strength
A sunlit cobweb -only the spider knows how many times it broke
Literature
lemon
we walk down the streets
of a city named after the last thousand years.a breeze floats by
and for a moment your hair lifts off your shoulder.the way it doesn't touch you,
i want to touch you.there are traces of lemon in your light,
a vague sense of mint on your fingertips.the way honey tastes
drifts inside your shirt.entering the city
walking calmly while the light fallsis like listening to your voice,
like waiting at the bell by the riverfor a clamoring to do justice
to the patterns on the water.the way the bells never end
i want to brush my hand against yours.the way you drop lemon into your water
i want to live.
Literature
long lost song
leaves whisper to me
so soft but they never sing
like you used to do,
found music when the wind blows,
raindrop metronome,
soothed by the hum of the trees
still listening for your song.
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Second place!
I have to manually type every single hyperlink into this stupid box because dA is a piece of crap and won't accept my copy/ paste. I was hoping to get back to my book tonight, but that plan looks like it's shot.
282 days into the year and I'm still not living
lost in
urban ballet
city of blinding lights
we know a place where no cars go
where even the crickets can't be heard
fifty one miles on an old country road
where the wildflowers grow
frilly laces
moonblossoms
tear through the earth
You could feel the sky
in your thought out gaze
ignoring the stars
drifting into five am
I took a break on the hyperlinking here.
on velvet waves
just about to
break
we don't go there anymore
this thing between us
set the night on fire
it only lasts a little while
I still have the fire
smoldering
My ashtray heart
flowers aren't apologies
You've endured so many storms that you became one
I wore you like a bruise
I'll be on the next train to Vegas
Dream of photographs
from another time
love is a some made with the fume of sighs
may as well buy another pack
my lungs are empty anyway
And now I'm getting that error about the Found Poetry category not allowing text deviations. Someone needs to fuck off. It has literally taken me over an hour just to submit this. ENJOY IT!
Second place!
I have to manually type every single hyperlink into this stupid box because dA is a piece of crap and won't accept my copy/ paste. I was hoping to get back to my book tonight, but that plan looks like it's shot.
282 days into the year and I'm still not living
lost in
urban ballet
city of blinding lights
we know a place where no cars go
where even the crickets can't be heard
fifty one miles on an old country road
where the wildflowers grow
frilly laces
moonblossoms
tear through the earth
You could feel the sky
in your thought out gaze
ignoring the stars
drifting into five am
I took a break on the hyperlinking here.
on velvet waves
just about to
break
we don't go there anymore
this thing between us
set the night on fire
it only lasts a little while
I still have the fire
smoldering
My ashtray heart
flowers aren't apologies
You've endured so many storms that you became one
I wore you like a bruise
I'll be on the next train to Vegas
Dream of photographs
from another time
love is a some made with the fume of sighs
may as well buy another pack
my lungs are empty anyway
And now I'm getting that error about the Found Poetry category not allowing text deviations. Someone needs to fuck off. It has literally taken me over an hour just to submit this. ENJOY IT!
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I quite literally said "oh my god" at least twice while reading this. Not that you need me to tell you you're that good, but I seriously like this piece. The way you arranged the titles makes them simply perfect for conveying the thoughts you've captured here.