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 Apr 2018 Riham
Elizabeth Squires
where shall one begin with an unknown task
as there's not a manual of instruction
to follow in the exact construction
yet one cannot be phased by its ask
ad-libbing may get knitted on the bask
so why allow any type of obstruction
it'll mean one is certain for destruction
on-ward till there's a near finished cask
Milton supplied the writing assignment
hence one took a huge risk attempting it
his format came without apt document
the sonnet improvised every bit
a plan not seen anywhere to complement
the novice didst garner abundant wit
 Apr 2018 Riham
Johnsdavidburg
a place without meaning
across infinite distances
pre-resolved space-times
across infinite variables
dissolved agents of chaos
among laws of pure order
the expansion-contraction
in equilibrium beyond us
where infinity and zero
always and eventually
mean the same thing exactly
always and eventually
a place without meaning
everything and nothing
always and eventually
Somehow you have become
The sort of dream
That leaves me
With fingernail marks in my palms
Wondering what is and what isn't.
confusion truth
Bring me in from the rain it said.
So I did, trying not to tear the edges
Or smear the damp excretion along the door frame.
Alright good job, it said, then asking, now can you get me my looking glass ?

So I did, trying not to smear the lense with my greasy digits.

Good job good job, now let's see what's in store

So I set back and waited and when it finally spoke...

There was a change in lighting and the animals moved through the empty space taking with them star dust from long before. They grazed the miles of unspoken land flaking ideas here and there leaving enough thought behind that something new would spring forth at the next change of light, and it wouldn't always look the same. It wouldn't always stay the same. It seemed to changed the longer those animals wandered wondering quietly or insessently to themselves... it seemed to stay right on track.
Whisper wings glide above
So close
That I feel
The displaced air
And hear
Was that a name
Or a song
I look east
But no sun rises
The ground trembles and I look down
Where the shattered shards
Of my distant past
Lay reforming at my feet
 Apr 2018 Riham
keepsake7
them
 Apr 2018 Riham
keepsake7
she made his name her password
he deleted her number
she cried into her pillow feeling stupid and asking why?
he went on dates and delete every trace of her
shes still trying to pick up the pieces
and he cant even remember her
If it were possible to say something
More or less peneatratable
Would I have the conscious ability
To decipher how to reach
The furthest depths of you
Or would I choke under the pressure
Of getting you.
Would it just stop me in my tracks
To understand
I could change you as a person
With the right combination
Of some made up language
Which our ancestors have been evolving
For centuries.
That gives, let's talk a whole knew meaning
What am I doing to your mind?
 Apr 2018 Riham
keepsake7
Untitled
 Apr 2018 Riham
keepsake7
my tea cup
is small and fragile
ive had many types of tea
and im ok with the stains they make
and the little chip it has
my tea cup is small and blue
with decorative lines
and smells of sunrises
i had my tea cup for a long time
and i know i have to be careful otherwise
itll break
so my little chipped tea cup
sits in a glass case
 Apr 2018 Riham
Steve Page
Walking in time
picking up pace
lifting it high
taking up space

Stretching the truth
when bending the rules
chancing your arm
digging your holes

Losing the plot
burning too slowly
seeing it through
the gaps in the story

Taking great stock
but failing to pay
attention that's due
at the end of the day
A bit on nonsense on a day not making sense.
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