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Wrapped in Cursive
Blunted edges and blotched linesInked sinews and paper-thin fibersSlippery threads of skin;Obsidian-soft and raw–The composition of thoughtsAnd their infrangible pulseCarved upon the faceless white,Where understanding may be foundWithin forbearing flutters,Always seem clumsy and without purposeAt first;Like formless ideationsWrithing out of nothingnessFeebly graspingToward a sense of cohesionWrapped in cursive streamsThat begin and endAgain and again–Not in Continue reading
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Hard Lessons
Discernment isn’t as simpleAs the flip of a coin;Whimsical in its submission to chanceWithout hesitationOr even consequenceAnd perhaps life would be more interestingMaybe even a little more composedIf it were predicated on such whimsyIf we could easily determine another’s intentionsBy the telling glint of heads or tailsInstead it’s left up to our own senseTo examine Continue reading
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12:40 AM
Restless thoughts Scamper through weeded hedges In blind pursuit Of an antidote That could soothe Insomnia’s chaotic ricochet And its palpable pressure Like nails digging new wounds Into the places That never quite heal So each breath Feels more raw than the last Cut upon the desperation To find peace And sink within the depths Continue reading
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Staying Awake
A yawn stretches itselfFrom the inside outWithholding tensionThat sits crookedWithin the bones;It’s the most peculiar sensation—Wanting to exhaleThe weight of lethargyAnd its residual tanglesYet it remains stuckAs if in a vacuumRoaming with a palpable shiftBehind eyesAlready burning from the needTo drift closedIn a forbidden sleepThat only growsWith the momentumOf an ebbing and flowing stillness–Monotonous sighs Continue reading
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Flummox – Weekend Writing Prompt #247
English was always performative for mother. She especially loved using big words in the most ordinary situations. “How flummoxing!” “Just say confusing…?” “And that’s why your teacher says your essays are prosaic,” she sniffed. Inhaling deep, I left her in the kitchen. I think I should give myself a good pat on the back for Continue reading
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One Night Stand
As love escapes The twilit tangles Sweet dreams unfurl To shatter on dawn’s Gilded edge He turns to find himself Alone— Tangled sheets Sillage of liquor And sated lust Stirring hazed recollections Again With only stale tastes Of passion Stuck to the roof of his mouth And a distant ebb and flow Of heated promises Continue reading
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A Midnight Wish
Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist;Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet Continue reading
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A Quiet Comfort
Like watching breath in motion The calligrapher inks the beginnings of a quiet soul Upon fine parchment; A soft inhale suspends itself Following his careful pause Then pools out – measured and slow As each brushstroke contours and connects to a heart of emotions that become tangible Real A lifeline immortalized For all the things Left unsaid; For the anxious thoughts Pressed between quivering lips Offering comfort To the ones Trapped within the tangles of Continue reading
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Saunter – Weekend Writing Prompt #246
Her seduction of him was never intentional. She hadn’t caught his attention with flirtatious quips or a provocative gait. It was in the breathy notes of her laughter. The citrus of her perfume that sauntered – unbidden – over his senses. In all her natural reactions that drew him to ask her name. SammiCox Continue reading
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A Lucid Yearning
Voices often ebb and flow, like quietly lapping waves at the shore, in and out of consciousness. They drift on the edge of silence; cosmic undertones strange to an ear that only knows rhythms of the wind. Of things much closer to home – the cadence and sighs of simpler routines. But imagine the world Continue reading
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