#flash poem

[warpnweft]

night mare

i'm on the fence watching shadows lengthen from the falling sun and i wonder if night is coming and i know the answer but i loved the day

why run? we could never catch the sun a night mare will carry us to the dawn but in the headlong flight we will grow blind to ourselves, the flesh and the breath and learn our whispers become the wind

[dumbofudger]

My body won't cooperate and give me what I need:

My last savior, pleasure so distracted.

Everything as always: limp and numb.

I'll beat that son of a bitch down with a baton

Until it learns.

I'm not staying in this room with myself.

[chestersbraincell]

Glass figurine

Is it friendship if we do the things friends do,

Is it friendship even if I refuse to call it so?

Are the walls I’ve build no walls at all

No matter how I’ve toiled and severed,

And grinded up my heart into dust to

mix into cement

it was crushed into sand

And burnt into the most brittle glass.

Stupidly brittle glass, that you peered through

and perceived me.

And opened this Pandora’s box

But what if I’m cursed?

Cursed to loop and circle

The same cursed song on repeat?

What if the twisted mirror my mother is

Is made of the same glass that i am?

What if my father’s brittle glass

I try so hard not to break,

And then walk around like eggshells,

Is also mine to bear?

No, to impose on everyone else?

What if, like glass, my very nature is to break?

I’m scared you’ll shatter me, because you will.

No matter how careful you are, glass gets dropped eventually.

And when you bend down to collect the shards,

It cuts your fingers before you can even decide,

Whether to toss the remains

Or to melt and mold it into tempered glass.

So will you watch, will you play with the figurine,

Who’s battery burns with every recharge,

slowly withering away?

Will you stand by a flickering flame knowing

Knowing it’s bound to burn out?

Or is the pit growing in my stomach

Instead a seed, growing the faintest of hope

Hope that this glass can be tempered

Tempered enough to withstand itself

[wh1rlpoolworld]

experimenting with shorter work <3

[fidelishaereticus]

i have always wanted to eat the sun. better things make you an artist.

better things make you a man.

-

[angelkwill]

Take Time

God is always speaking,but we can’t hearwhen we coverour ears.Take time to be still;take time to be open.-akw- ___©2022 Angel K WillBlog Photo by Stevanus Praska from PexelsLive Inspired, Love Well, Laugh Often.Connect on social and more, click here.

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[daydoodlingco]

more

is it so wrong to always be looking for more? in taxis and churches and cinema halls, where people appear like they didn't before, with nothing but silence to fill them all.

[196busfiction]

The Poet.

Look at the poet.

With verbal acrobatics

He navigates the page,

Cut and thrust,

Point to point,

His pen slashing through

The nothingness to realise

Canopies of leafy forests

Swell of deepest oceans,

Crackling into being a new light

In this spinning, fizzing globe

from a thin line of blue ink.