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and now here i am,
lying facedown on the shore,
tossing and turning,
trailing on the breeze,
plunging down like silver whales,
and you - you are breath.
so i throw my words
into the deepest of seas
but the salt water,
it cannot heal me
in the lovely way you do.
(and i can't let go.)
lying facedown on the shore,
tossing and turning,
trailing on the breeze,
plunging down like silver whales,
and you - you are breath.
so i throw my words
into the deepest of seas
but the salt water,
it cannot heal me
in the lovely way you do.
(and i can't let go.)
Literature
A Game of Pretend
I'm a liar
I hide behind a mask of lies and deception
I trick people with fake smiles
Phoney compliments
And false promises
Behind that unpenetratable facade
Is a person much more different
A person that doesn't like your jokes
A person that holds no remorse for hurting people's feelings
I pretend to be your friend
I make you feel safe with me
I make you trust me
Believe in me
And you find yourself caught in my trap
You think I'm cruel
A shallow
Heartless monster
Misleading people
In a horrible way
You're wrong...
People are just easily fooled
They are like pawns in my hands
Unsuspecting victims of my game
Gullible in
Literature
ghosts in the water
dangling veins filling with blue air
blowing in and out of the limbs
helium lifting us
cry the thick tears
breathe in his hair
oh, cold eyes, make me feel alive
splashes on my cheek, drenched
hold his body in the wind
holds my organs in his hands
up to our thighs in thick mud
come, sleep now
asleep on the surface
ocean spills out
swallow the waves
listen, listen, listen
a heart that beats so loud, soaked
nothing but blue blue blue blue
dangling veins filling with the ocean's blood
washing away our colours
put away our cold bodies
put us to bed
so naked and so awake
as the waves pull us under, tucking us in
sleep now
Literature
Thalassophobia.
There is water at my windows and my father is shutting off
the lights and blowing out the candles and locking all the doors,
closing down the house for the night. He has a pattern, you see,
a ritual, and from the floor of my bedroom I can hear his
muffled footsteps as he paces the house, whispering wishes
and sending prayers to the Jesus of his youth.
My father does not know that the water is rising,
he will sleep through the flood. His house is dark
and quiet and my father closes the door to his bedroom,
convincing himself that his life is just how his father told him
it would be. His door drags across the carpet, growlin
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four haikus, just for you.
sorry, i know this sucks.
i tried too hard.
but whateverrrr.
(c)
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Daily Lit Deviation 5.28.10
sorry, i know this sucks.
i tried too hard.
but whateverrrr.
(c)
Submission for [link]
Daily Lit Deviation 5.28.10
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"and you - you are breath." <- my favorite line right there. I enjoyed this, haiku are a favorite of mine.