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Kiki Shaw Mar 2019
Admittedly,
the company
proved over-ambitious
as it
deteriorated
I've been getting into blackout poetry lately, so here's an early attempt based on one I've made. The article was originally about Domino's Pizza becoming richer and richer
Lillian May Mar 2019
Living from day to day by opening cold every morning;
The comedian, in no mood for leisurely reminiscence
how ironic
Emma Mar 2019
She wore the blood
He added the muscles
A conflict around change
Restrictions, men and women
One of the two black out  poetry pieces I did last week, but decided not to do the drawing for this one. Not a poem written from personal experience.
ali Feb 2019
inside
where the sound of gunfire
never seemed to cease
there was little else
she could do
to survive.
inside a
shattered,
stark,
brutally honest
world
where she endured
she tried to understand
the chaos
shattered everywhere
originally a blackout poem but it may be one of my favorite pieces
Understand me,
we all end on Earth

        decisions.

You, that bodies must become blessed,
The reason we can realize

          Peace.
Source: Mirror by Gary Weyandt
Mind boggling,
We are all entitled.
Blessed on this earth,
We must realize its end
ability,
it will move peace.

Our bodies exist
inside our decisions
and become,
Right now,
    Alive.
Understand that you can reason with me,
accept                                                                 
from your con.


The will to live just.
Source: Altoona Mirror Letter to the editor, ***** donation 'correct decision'.
-Jan. 2017
Neuvalence Jan 2019
The light escaped barely through the cold morning.
I found you broken—and I was too,
You healed me more than I could heal you,
I wiped the tear rolling down your cheek,
Your last word escaped the brim of your lips
So weak, so fragile;
And our love grew boundless.
Neuvalence Jan 2019
The children grew heavy on our backs
The desert sun was baking our skin
But we could still see sand, endless at the horizon
We knew our last days were near.
Neuvalence Jan 2019
The cadence of the birds
The gentle breeze
The waters and the plants:
They breathe
Blackout version of my poem "Realm of the Stone Monoliths"
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