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Playground Maybes
Yellow plastic and rusty chains
Gives birth to a new dynamic
Fostered by awkward and blushing faces
Games of truth or dare, dancing around the big issues
Wanting so badly to build us a hideaway
Sanding the step ladder to our tree top escape
Never wanting to fly away like our beaked neighbors
Swinging slowly, our arms holding each other’s chains
Swaying in the pool of dreams we are creating
Our words moving as a Frisbee, as time slows like syrup
We sit and plan; on our garbage cans
Desiring so badly to snuggle against the pine needles
To build our tree abode
This proves difficult though
For these blueprints are in my mind
This rainforest keeps getting cut down
And all I have to offer is myself
And my pockets full of shadows
Yellow plastic and rusty chains
Gives birth to a new dynamic
Fostered by awkward and blushing faces
Games of truth or dare, dancing around the big issues
Wanting so badly to build us a hideaway
Sanding the step ladder to our tree top escape
Never wanting to fly away like our beaked neighbors
Swinging slowly, our arms holding each other’s chains
Swaying in the pool of dreams we are creating
Our words moving as a Frisbee, as time slows like syrup
We sit and plan; on our garbage cans
Desiring so badly to snuggle against the pine needles
To build our tree abode
This proves difficult though
For these blueprints are in my mind
This rainforest keeps getting cut down
And all I have to offer is myself
And my pockets full of shadows
Literature
bad poetry
I spend my days
dreaming
of you
and my heart wears
away like sand
on the shore
each wave of
your memory
steals a little
more
there’s
very little left
now
so, soon,
there should
be nothing
left to
hurt
Literature
ambulophobia
i.
once upon a time, i knew who i was.
ii.
i remember when i connected my heart to the rest of the universe with a shoe-lace. it was weak to begin with and grew more decrepit with age, like the neglected kaleidoscopes of immortal astronomers - they are still alive in the vague glimmers of fading stars. you can only see their light in the blackest of nights, in the middle of nameless deserts, amidst Mediterranean seas and Andalucian shores.
(somewhere, there are lights that never dim and keys that do not lock.)
iii.
bless me mother, for i have sinned.
iv.
i remember when kings were still princes, when princes were still paupers, when p
Literature
broken-12345
BROKEN
hearts have been broken- lives have been changed,
if fate is inevitable then its all prearranged.
when two come together and two go apart,
one's hearts always broken then forced to restart.
emptiness will leave you alone in the end,
your losing your partner your lover your friend.
dreams wash away like the sand on a beach,
distant stars you once held are all out of reach.
the future you glimpsed in her eyes was a lie,
the forever you seen was forever goodbye.
winds from the past roll in bitterly cold,
your hopes are a lie that a sinner has told.
a moon shows no feeling- the sun shows no fear,
this world wont stop s
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Alot of the time blueprints are just that blueprints, i wonder how many dreams have neevr been constructed
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