poetry - Raintree Ruckus (Page 5)

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On people that died (maybe) when I wasn't watching.

I can't find her on Facebook anymore. She hasn't updated her blog or Twitter. She never answered my WhatsApp message. I think she is gone. I haven't said goodbye in over 15 years. And I don't know how to feel about this.

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15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me. Despite all this concrete Hard angles Grey-white walls The wind still carries the scent of forest. Oil is nothing Once I find The undertone of flowers. All that remains may be grass, But the weeds escape to remind me.

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#TBT: Yung Seabitch

2015-02-27 (It was also posted to StoriesPortal, ne'e TaleVault, but as of this posting I've been unable to bring up the site.) "What the hell did I just watch!?" I shut off the television in disgust. That was it? Is that what

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This dream I had tonight, compelled

And still, I dream. She told me of the man Haunted by floating steps and Math, lights down for one year. How he exclaimed her to be A Victim But her age knew better; You've heard this before. We jotted down the spell and Cast Into depths, turned

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Grand gestures are beyond me; instead, I'm too quiet

I have no compass... this feels South; It's towards the clouds threatening thunder And toward home. A temporary escape outside-- enough time to remember to confess as the strings soar. If there were stars, I would count them But the raindrops will have to do. Either way, I

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15. The 8th Prayer ("no one's around to help")

When every melody Fails And you're so far into the past That everything is dark Remember: You're the hero here. This can't be the end; You shouldn't be dying in the next room And you shouldn't feel alone. "But

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Some NaPoWriMo

03. It was almost too much grief For one body to handle. But this small one manages Through pain of memory. 12. We won't be The same after this: Through quiet streets And worried speech The world drifts to dreams. What will I wake up to tonight? Who

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To Be Included Somewhere (1 take)

This spacesuit-layer-thin Is all that separates me from My idle thoughts in the dark-- But I dream, propelled, A shooting star Away from everything. Landside, I melt into my thoughts Unrecognizable As unknown quasars, Unstable as three-star systems. Gravity should Discover and pull me free.