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Stuck in an Endless State of Sunset

We toe the edge of the cliff. We drown in orange and burgandy. We drink the poisoned punch. Light singes our eyes. Breathe in the heat. Melt our hearts. Dip below the surface With fishing lines hooked in our backs.

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11:17 and you're on my mind

Christmas lights and somber eyes Cold hands and wandering minds The silence has never felt so loud.

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Hey Little Puppy

Hey little puppy Can you see me? With your innocent button eyes, Tell me what you see Hey little puppy Do you hear me? With your perky pink ears Tell me what you hear Hey little puppy Do you feel me? With your furry little feet Tell me what i am Hey little puppy Would you mind sharing? How is it like to be you? Simple and content So little puppy Do you see an empty soul? Do hear my silent cries? Do you like a broken girl? Can you feel her cracks spreading? Threatening to taint your beautiful world..

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Asocial badger

Asocial badger left behind his hole One that he dug himself below oak tree. Bade no farewell to rabbit or to mole, Just hit the road and strolled towards the sea. He is asocial badger, after all.

He packed few jars of honey to his bag From bees who gather nectar in the moor, And box of crackers, gift from cheerful stag. Smart thing to do when you’re not really sure Where, when and how will you find next snack.

On his way badger climbed a gentle dune. Each tree around was bent by constant wind. He smiled to sun and whistled cheerful tune. Oh, joy to lay down dreamy and to squint, And no blockheads around to spoil the June.

After a while he stood up, cleaned his fur, And walked down the slope towards the beach. Vague memories about waves that were So huge when he was little cub. When each Of badger’s siblings frisked on lonely shore.

Now he’s alone here and the waves are calm. They’re far away, his sisters, mom and dad, Here’s only wind, sand, clouds and old palm. No one contests the right of feeling sad. No social creature comes to break the charm.

– geekyfox

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Please speak

Your eyes play silent pictures But I’m never close enough to see Or stare at Long enough

Please speak

So I can look at my feet Worrying you might catch a glimpse Of my eyes wide and longing My heartbeat Synced to the sound of your pauses

Please speak

Or at least hum a tune This might be the last chance I get To hear your voice and swoon

By @thisforkhassuperpowers To hear you voice and swoon

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The Bridge

You looked unsafe. With each breath of wind that shifted your body, a symphony of creaking left your lips. Uncertain and afraid, I trusted you. The signs that led to you released warnings that crawled down my throat, becoming thieves of my inhalations. But I swallowed them whole and stored them as fuel for the journey I planned across you. I should have run as soon as I felt the way you grabbed at me, rope rubbing my skin raw. What you called love I thought of as restraint. You were a bridge with faults only noticeable to those travelling across. Each board that I stepped on was woven with pain and heartache. But the destination you promised kept me moving. Until I stepped unthinkingly and fell right through. Your ropes tried to grab me but I acquainted the fall, the water below giving into my body as I apologised for hitting its surface. For the first time in months, I felt safe. Id become used to stepping over you as though gravity was just an option I turned down. Holding my breath, hoping my exhales wouldn’t become daggers in the wind that fought so hard against you. Thinking, without you, I wouldn’t make it, I’d drown, I’d cease to exist. All this, and I’d forgotten that I knew how to swim.

@christinaroz

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Haunted

maybe I’m a ghost forever doomed to aimlessly roam observing life as it happens around me — sometimes briefly passing through my form energy draining as I interact with the living oftentimes I enjoy the silence but I miss the animation my expiration date has long since passed as I remain spoiling in the cold the light is everywhere yet nowhere I can reach maybe someday I’ll be able to expel this disheartened spirit and begin to breathe again

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Digging Up the Backyard

Digging Up the Backyard

by P. Heaney

As a child, I dug holes in my backyard.

I had a small shovel, so the holes were not big.  

And now these holes swallow me, have left me scarred.  

Sunday mornings, mother’d take me to the churchyard,

Just after mass, the Catholic priest’s daily gig.

As a child, I dug holes in my backyard.

This was dangerous, where was that therapist’s card?

No one said anything, so I continued to dig.  

And now these holes swallow me, have left me scarred.  

Talking didn’t help, which caught her off guard.  

I even told her the whole story, every single bit;

As a child, I dug holes in my backyard.

Over time, I grew, yet the holes remained as I matured.  

Today I am tired. I’m lacking in grit.  

And now these holes swallow me, have left me scarred.  

The paradise behind my home became a graveyard.

Despair filled those holes, deepened the pit.

As a child, I dug holes in my backyard.

And now these holes swallow me, have left me scarred.