Look at the size of that chalk outline,
Chloe
Chloe
Sep 17, 2014

Look at the size of that chalk outline,
The evidence labelled from one to nine,
Hear the sirens cry throughout the night,
The screams of despair, the gasps at the sight.

For the chalk outline, common it was,
White powder stained with drops of blood,
Outlining a corpse, a reflection of death,
But this one was less, than two feet in length

#sad   #death   #goodbye   #miss   #chalk   #outline  
I was sitting by my chalk outline on the floor
Spencer Carlson
Spencer Carlson
Jan 28, 2015

The sun burns bright all day and night
The moon comes to steal it's light
I was sitting by myself
I couldn't help to notice your shine

I was sitting by my chalk outline on the floor
You came like the sun to destroy the night that held me before

You don't have to dress up like a
Barbie doll to look so beautiful
I'll make sure you shine like you're supposed to
You don't deserve to feel like you're being used

I was sitting by my chalk outline on the floor
You came like the sun to destroy the night that held me before

And they’re just want to remind you
That there's nothing you can do
But I'm here to tell you
I’m in love with everything that you do

I don't mind your cold fingertips
That means my body is warm for you
Sitting, waiting for you to decide
If you want to go out or stay by my side

I was sitting by my chalk outline on the floor
And you came like the sun to destroy the night that held me before
So come sit by my side and set me on fire with your love
Who needs the world when I’ve got the girl that burns like the sun

https://spencercarlson.bandcamp.com/track/chalk-outline

Third track from my album *The Universe is Screaming*
n't draw a line when you can't find the chalk
Leon  Lapin
Leon Lapin
Jan 16, 2015

You can't draw a line when you can't find the chalk
You won't find the chalk if you don't want to draw the line

#line   #now   #chalk   #inevitable   #draw   #wont   #boundaries  
No chalk and blank slate
Sydney Ann
Sydney Ann
Apr 13, 2015

I am not feeling
the inspiration today.
No chalk and blank slate

Draw me in chalk,
Poetic T
Poetic T
May 23, 2014

Draw me in pencil,
Draw me in chalk,
Draw me in bright colours,
Draw me with shades,
Or draw me paint brush
Stokes and all,
But if you draw me in your mind, do it so you never forget me at all.

#ink   #forget   #chalk   #shade   #pencil   #draw  
chalk walkers, twenty fingers,
Matthew Harlovic
Matthew Harlovic
Oct 29, 2014

On the paint chipped pavement we went over the rules:
NO cherry bombs, NO bobbling,
NO lower-ballers, spin-tops,
chalk walkers, twenty fingers,
and especially NO  skyscrapers.
So for a few minutes we played as raw as apple skin knees,
it was the roughest, toughest, hard-nosed game
of four square any fourth grader has ever seen.
But it was all over when someone crossed the line.
There was fussing, cussing, and an accusation of the mustnt’s.
Eyebrows adjacent, we argued and clawed like kilkenny cats,
we were breaking rules, we crossed the chalk.
We took sides and worst of all,
the one crucial act that we regret,
we slammed the ball down.
It towered overhead like window washers
and landed on the school’s roof.
We stopped arguing. Nobody won that day.  

© Matthew Harlovic

And like chalk on sidewalks,
Liam C Calhoun

She signs in the
Rain
So that I may see –
Drizzled words, despots and
Defiance, never defeat.

     And

She cries in the
Rain
So that I may never see –
What could never be cured, be
Culled; our calamity.

     And

I walk on in the
Rain
So that I may never learn how to –
Fix, never learn to forgive,
Most certainly, to forget.

     And

It’s just that simple in the
Rain,
Sign, cry or walk –
We become disposable,
And like chalk on sidewalks,

          We all wash away.

***She's written my name in chalk***
Mike Hauser
Mike Hauser
Sep 2, 2013

She's written my name in chalk

On the blackboard of her heart

Without a second thought

She could easily brush me off

With eraser in her hand

She's always making other plans

Always with some other man

Whose name is also written in chalk

On the blackboard of her heart

Sunya
Sunya
May 20, 2015

Do not talk of the honey I pickled in your light bulbs

They do not have the map to help us reach The Alps

Just talk of the hungry flower growing on my lungs

At least they have the address to the hut on my palms

That’s drawn by the little girl who feasted on the chalks

The butterflies long ago planted along in their pulse.


Quick,  


Incinerate the 1800s post-mortem portraits

In black light's faked midnight perfumes

For you are my forlorn apostrophe high on gas

That might ask questions while telling us your tales

Or reluctantly whisper damned things about Laqus

Who is wasting us to the wistful hell flowers.

#hell   #lost   #way   #light   #believing   #forlorn   #map   #refuge   #apostrophe   #chalks  
 
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