Submissions by Tallman89
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a worthless existence who write for the sole purpose of making life feeling less pointless.
A Lullaby for Crickets
If I could show you that face I have been so worried about. You know, that face which
wore eye liner for black magic. Those eyes consuming all of those wandering ones
with courage and curiosity. So brave, that no way those eyes could even be stained
with the sins forgiven by our savior's blood. If I could show you that face which I have
been so worried about, I'd know that some miraculous coincidence had coincidentally
produced a miracle out of a universal glitch. Where you and I had got more acquainted
beyond awkward crickets. Our eyes green like grass, like there was...
wore eye liner for black magic. Those eyes consuming all of those wandering ones
with courage and curiosity. So brave, that no way those eyes could even be stained
with the sins forgiven by our savior's blood. If I could show you that face which I have
been so worried about, I'd know that some miraculous coincidence had coincidentally
produced a miracle out of a universal glitch. Where you and I had got more acquainted
beyond awkward crickets. Our eyes green like grass, like there was...
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What does it take, to function between dreams?
What does it take, to function between dreams?
Carrying the weight of a meat bag feet drag
down a sidewalk, cigarette dangles from the
bottom lip. Stiff hips below the torso portraying
an awkward limp. Above a curved neck sits an
empty head well equipped with penetrating eyes
piercing through the veil of this common dimension
making extraterrestrial contact with entities of insanity
during the routine practice of catching the bus on time.
Never late, early about ten minutes. Spend the time
through the eardrums bouncing off rhythms of post-...
Carrying the weight of a meat bag feet drag
down a sidewalk, cigarette dangles from the
bottom lip. Stiff hips below the torso portraying
an awkward limp. Above a curved neck sits an
empty head well equipped with penetrating eyes
piercing through the veil of this common dimension
making extraterrestrial contact with entities of insanity
during the routine practice of catching the bus on time.
Never late, early about ten minutes. Spend the time
through the eardrums bouncing off rhythms of post-...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Tallman89