Seattle's Squid Ro'    1902 -   
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
Hazard but mostly harmless ...
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Briar Thornit
Briar Thornit
3 days ago

People can
understand
me without
Semicolons.
I'm stuck in the
middle of
a sentence with
nowhere to go.
Semicolons dive
in where they
have no right to be
at the moment.
Semicolons are thorns
in my sentence.
I don't want this pawn
on my keyboard.
Semi colons mocking
the flow of my words.
All my sentences riddled in
periods and commas.
Periods have been
in a relationship
with semicolons
for way too long.
When the past rushes
into my mind
the last thing I want
to do is pause in the
middle of our sentence.
One would think
only men have to
worry about semicolons.
One would think
only women
have to worry
about periods.
I don't want to
stop on the
road of these
sentences.
These semicolons
would be more
useful if I made
them into earrings.
I just want to
speed through
my writers
block.

bulletcookie
bulletcookie
1 day ago      19 hours ago

Inside this walnut shell
clings a dry old meal
Left too long alone
on this sill by window
searching in convoluted thought
with guilt or indignation bought
from trust and open heart surgery
Silence sealed this wounded deal
then leaped with tiny cat feet

-cec

  Reposted by bulletcookie  ·  2 days ago
Zac
Zac
2 days ago

actually
we fell from a cloud
when we felt
sad
and heavy

the sun dried us
away
with her
heated words

we all
look the same
but we're
all different
in the winter

our personal
rainbows
show up
once in a while

but sometimes
we
are used
and then
we no longer
exist

bulletcookie
bulletcookie
2 days ago

This poem chiseled here
chips these words for thee
falling near but sheared
from this form now scree
lost in fragmented memories
hammered allay in love

-cec

bulletcookie
bulletcookie
3 days ago      2 days ago

These eyes are x-ray
seeing through translucent veils
that schooled temptation's sway

This heart is honest nailed
betrayed by animal foibles
sung in early morning wail

Here ranges a mare royal
roaming o'er marginal plane
helium and neon spirit noble

True , inured to sorrow's glen
un-settled-saddled world load
galloping forrard sunset's flame

-cec

bulletcookie
bulletcookie
5 days ago

time's depredation
leaves tiny foot prints, mud-clay
prehistoric scars

-cec

bulletcookie
bulletcookie
5 days ago

orange lensed sun light
each paint flake drips photons bright
journey's end in sight

-cec

 
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