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[zeichenwege]

(1318) Adventure calls! Phone was on vibrate.

An interpretation of a six word poem by atonguewithbutsixwords

[notyousomeoneelse]

The vicious cycle of life problems and money issues.

Money ruins life, life ruins money.

[notyousomeoneelse]

All these bills, leaves no thrills. atonguewithbutsixwords

[ramandjafari]

"My pulse is my war drum" -atwb6w This is the eighth (and last) piece of a collaborative series between the six word poet atoungewithbutsixwords and myself. poetry by: A Tounge With But Six Words illustration by: Raman Djafari

[houseofostera]

found some 6wp across my notebooks

I'm half unborn yet half eternal.

"Good having you" – said Grandpa's ghost.

Match point; she's gone, I'm done.

I learned from you, harsh lesson.

Try hard, move on; what now?

Your pokerface sheltered your own disgrace.

With our legs tangled, you shone.

Heaven; to do nothing, with you.

Draw over me. I'm still here.

Bite your lips, bite my heart.

Kissed you wrong, kissed the ground.

Salt and soil. Water, oil. Us.