Submissions by D7_dev
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Black Hold (I'm OK)
Radio frequency
los-ing
sig-nal
I raise my head slowly
Like static erecting the hair of my arms
You won’t be able to reach me, dear
Because I am currently
Numbing
los-ing
sig-nal
I raise my head slowly
Like static erecting the hair of my arms
You won’t be able to reach me, dear
Because I am currently
Numbing
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The Edge of The World (Soft Sand)
It became clear
All of the sudden
That I had been walking for some time
The earth had just finished transmogrifying
From asphalt into sand
And then even softer sand
I felt a burning gaze, in the way that one can
Insisting that I adjust my own
There stood you
You were already smiling
As you had already noticed
That I was in your line of sight
The gap that lie between you and I
Was interminable and awkward
So our steps noticeably hastened
But as we proceeded
To walk towards one another
Our partition protracted
...
All of the sudden
That I had been walking for some time
The earth had just finished transmogrifying
From asphalt into sand
And then even softer sand
I felt a burning gaze, in the way that one can
Insisting that I adjust my own
There stood you
You were already smiling
As you had already noticed
That I was in your line of sight
The gap that lie between you and I
Was interminable and awkward
So our steps noticeably hastened
But as we proceeded
To walk towards one another
Our partition protracted
...
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Washing Machines
I saw you, in secret
In my head we are in glad rags
And holding hands
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans
Faded in the washing machine
Like you from my memory
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car
So I fed it to the river
I’m stuck in that afternoon
When I yelled out goodbye
But you were too far to hear me
I’m the same now, but different
I burn my stained clothes now
Because I'm fucking terrified of washing machines
In my head we are in glad rags
And holding hands
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans
Faded in the washing machine
Like you from my memory
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car
So I fed it to the river
I’m stuck in that afternoon
When I yelled out goodbye
But you were too far to hear me
I’m the same now, but different
I burn my stained clothes now
Because I'm fucking terrified of washing machines
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Another Goodbye
Soft arms thrown rough around my neck
I stood up straight to lift her toes off of the ground
Both refused to be the one to pull back
So we stayed like that for a while
The game changed when Hazel Eyes
Broke out of its arms and back into mine
She said, "wake me up with the new sun"
My lovely execution
I promised I'd
I would drive because I know that she likes
To shoot passing drivers
With her fingers shaped as a gun
I can still feel
I can feel her fingers tickling
The palms of my hands...
I stood up straight to lift her toes off of the ground
Both refused to be the one to pull back
So we stayed like that for a while
The game changed when Hazel Eyes
Broke out of its arms and back into mine
She said, "wake me up with the new sun"
My lovely execution
I promised I'd
I would drive because I know that she likes
To shoot passing drivers
With her fingers shaped as a gun
I can still feel
I can feel her fingers tickling
The palms of my hands...
508 reads
2 Comments
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