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Barlow Adams Nov 13
He is a master of origami and regret. He turns love letters he didn’t send into boats, sets them loose on a tide to nowhere: a of folded emotion, creased with doubt and weathered by time. Ghost-white ships sailing for a land that never was, still flying an old flag.
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Tamsin Seymour Nov 15
. If I world, could of the what stay fury safe the would I inside ing have to this soften ? little shell life, my brittle
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Neil Clark Nov 16
We faked the apocalypse. Everyone was in on it except you. We hid in a hole while you slept, thinking you'd panic when you woke, screaming into every void. But you didn't. You just enjoyed the solitude while 8 billion of us sat in the dark, wondering how we got there.
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Marcus Vance Nov 16
I'm Try. Ing to make One of. Those. Really cool. Shape poems For but There seems to be A hole In My knowledge. Sorry
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Barlow Adams Nov 15
She’s the luckiest girl in the wasteland. Because she has the best daddy. Because she has the cow cave. All the other cows are gone, but Daddy opens the every evening and brings back steak. At night she can hear them calling. Silly cows. Cows say “moo” not “help.”
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K Kibbee Nov 10
My Dad kept a gutted, '67 Dart up on blocks in our driveway. Every so often you'd find him out there, ass-end poking from the hood like the thing ate him, listening to Led Zeppelin under the orange sky. I always figured he was digging for the boy he left inside.
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K Kibbee Nov 9
I'm the girl in the back of the class who the beautiful kids spite and harass Lips at a whisper eyes in a book its jacket a shield to their pestilent looks I suckle on Emerson Keats and Poe their words like a secret that only I know
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Barlow Adams Nov 14
The old man’s wife worries about her age, how gravity and sun have ravaged her surface. He doesn’t mind. Her skin is a map of his life. Her eyes twin stars guiding him home. And when he places his hands on the curving of her hips, he still longs to shake the world.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Nov 13
"I'm going to hunt that hateful maggot to the four corners of the , Haskins." "Cube, sir." "What?" "The earth's a cube." "It's definitely a globe." "Really sir? Look at the map. The paper has corners, it's square. The earth's a cube." "Well spotted, Haskins."
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Kelvin Rodrigues Nov 11
"You don't seem upset, sir." "Probably because I'm not, Haskins." "After 19 years your marriage is over and you're not bothered?" "After all her infidelity, why should it? I'm free. It's an error." "You mean end of an era?" "No, I was right first time."
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Smarty Marty 18m
This time we came back as . The last time we were lemmings, so this was much better. He was majestic, making a perfect feline. I felt a need to give him a litter of cubs. Then men with guns came. The love of my eternity was now a hunter's trophy.
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Kelvin Rodrigues 7h
I have these sudden unexplained urges to sing "in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the sleeps tonight." It's only ever a whim away, a whim away...
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P.C. Wharton 👄 Nov 13
Last night, on a bus going to a show I pass her on the street corner by our old house, smelling her as I ride past. These fleeting glimpses of her in the night, on waking, still seem mysterious, as if I must explain her continued presence in my dreams to myself.
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Scribbles on the Tombstone 2h
Night. The carnival is deserted. All the better for him. The Romani bitch rides the on the carousel. He fingers the swastika and takes aim. No more escapes or peddling gypsy magic to these Americans. They find him mauled. The carnival doesn’t have show cats.
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Cassondra Windwalker 1h
I believed lions only feared other lions. Thinking myself a hare, I surrounded myself with the beasts and took solace in their roaring. Later I learned all a lion fears are teeth and claws and hunger. I shed my rabbit's pelt and sleep in silence, content with my own claws.
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Natasha Simmons 26s
Our crowd of horses attracted a pack of . I dismounted, connected to the earth. A lioness approached. I offered my hand. She rubbed her head against it. Power radiated through touch. Allowed insight into the mind of a predator. A mother. Gunshot shattered everything.
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Carol Beth Anderson goes by Beth 4h
The last lives on an estate, with hundreds of fenced acres to run, roam, and hunt. Sometimes she gets close enough to the house to look in the window, where she sees her cousins’ heads on the wall. She roars, asking them to join her. They watch her, ever silent.
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Alva Holland 12h
There's a inside me, strong & brave. He shares space with an otter, lazily negotiating life's rivers, holding loved ones close. My soul is a turtle - slow, deliberate, savouring. Colourful birds fly inside me - to dreams. Eagles soar. Wrens shiver. It's all me.
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K Kibbee Nov 13
I wasn't keen on having girl friends. Mind you, most boys were dumb as taters, but at least with boys, you knew the rub. But girls. Girls were smart. And wicked too. They'd swap your soul to the Devil himself for Scott Baio's address and a pack of glitter pens.
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Indigenous Soul 5h
Dead poets don't believe in fakery 'cause they always were sleuths Their Lions heart and devil's soul roars the ugly truth.
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