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 Dec 2016 yuki
Sarah Kunz
A bag of potatoes and a baseball bat.
Is merely a sack of starchy vegetables and a sculpted metal stick.
But on this blustering evening a bag of potatoes and a baseball bat meant an infinity more than that.
In this fleeting moment, I felt solidarity with the fact that life doesn't make sense.
I looked at you in your adjacent flesh ridden essence and smiled at this opportunity to connect.
The bat clashing with the pock eyed potato skin.
Our existences colliding with ebb and flow of a maniac pulsation.
This is not merely a hackneyed show of baseball bat on a bag of potatoes.
This is a boy and a girl realizing that this ever sacred moment holds more gravity than merely a bag of potatoes and a baseball bat.
It's just that we can't conjure what makes it so rich and ever splendid... so thus it must be
rich and ever splendid as the potato is launched into flight igniting the curiously enraptured mind of boy and girl witnessing baseball bat on potato
 Dec 2016 yuki
Poetic T
Modulated essence of vocalization
does not escape my seized lips.
Motionless they are without movement,
a corpse of inactivity are my verbs.

But when stain white sheets are lingering
in front of my eyes, I'm jested to use movement
of wording to express the convulsions that
expire from my mind to that below.

Seismic episodes expel and what was a land
of undiscovered wealth ruptures forth.
My expression is unformulated but even though
whispers aren't heard, ever syllable is understood.

Even though my vocalization is versed in silence,
every word is throw into the words understanding.
Hear me through muted words of expression that
vocalize from your eyes on my versed words.
 Dec 2016 yuki
Harriet Roy
Fear
 Dec 2016 yuki
Harriet Roy
The word fear is a humans favourite word yet the same word is their most hated word.
Fear may just seem like a word to you. But it's a virus to society.
Fear is what politicians say to control the human race.
Fear is the invisiable long chains to our fragile feet. These chains will only stop us when our path is covered with obstacles.
Fear can be good at times, it can be used as a stepping stool but only to help you reach the string on the ceiling. The same string that hugs our necks and finally, finally lets us free our invisible chains.

Fear may just be a word to you, but to me its a virus.
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