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Figuratively Speaking“cheers to departure” I say to the leaves. All the while each one restless.Figuratively Speaking
Making way toward their graves
Now about my feet
where I look and think
just moments before about how I pleaded and how I screamed.
“don’t do it!” I said “you have to much to live for”
Ignoring my attempts
Letting go.
They fell so silently to their graveyard below.
“cheers to failure” I say to the tree.
As I collapse and curl among the cold and dearly deceased.
by ~averyage8
awaiting sirensI could hear the sirens now. They were much closer than they appeared. They came like thunder reverberating off the tall buildings of the streets outside, as I listened from my permanent place on the carpet, with one ear to the floor, the resulted lightening. Sounds of doors opening and doors closing, women crying, father’s cursing. The apartment complex was alive now. Every floor, every resident, greatly affected by what it was I had done.awaiting sirens
Ten minutes was the amount of time It took for anyone to notice, only ten minutes until that fairly rotund wench who lived across the hall decided by some spark of coincidence to “check up on
by ~averyage8
refuge in rose petalschildren laughed and wispered their secrets to the flowers,refuge in rose petals
filling their roots with memories while waiting in anticipation for a rainy day, when each and every story would be released
and tactfully washed from their residency they have come to know and love as their own.
dramatizing their screams and the continual attempt of being starved for attention aided in this affiliation.
these raindrops sought refuge in rose petals.
welcomed by fear and lonliness. disestablished by umbrellas selfishly destroying every attempt of roots and raindrops uniting.
the sky sounded out war and the ground u
by ~averyage8
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fingerprints wiped on ashThere\'s no Shouting out these stains anger shot patience on the new white carpet Mom and Dad might get the feeling that something is missing when their hands reach for the doorknobfingerprints wiped on ash
The spotless kitchen will sweep away their suspicion along with the brownie crumbs Their feet will move along with the rug revealing murder preserved on cotten.
by ~silentscream
I'M ALIVE! for the first time in quite a long time
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
hope you're doing excellent, ave.
p.s. the rules are back <3
i really don't do well when they're gone.
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connected like two tin cans on a string.
i'm glad you're submitting your writing again. you've always been one of the most inspiring people in my life, and you're the most inspiring when you're writing.
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connected like two tin cans on a string.
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if you are not in,that just mean that you are out...
...and sometimes in between---
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But when today is yesterday, I know that things won't stay the same.
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