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Water running through toes and over elbows.
Cascading down forearms and up necks.

Falling in stampedes from underneath eyelids
PIT PAT
PIT PAT
PIT PAT
Onto shoelaces and ankles and
Fabric draped across our laps.

This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in
Covers. The sensation of a cold breeze
Swooping us up on its burdensome wings
Only to ask “Where’s my tip?” and the shrugging shoulders
That follow. The rattle of empty pockets. The
Shattering of glass and a cry for HELP
So incredibly ARDUOUS it slices your throat
Like a steel blade
SSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSS
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSS
SS­SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
And the clock doesn’t stop ticking
Around and around until you’re too dizzy.

This is the feeling of water running through toes and over elbows. Cascading down forearms and up necks. This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in covers. The feeling of a cold breeze swooping us up on it burdensome wings. The feeling of a cry so arduous it slices your throat like a steel blade.
Nathalie Apr 18
A cascade of

Feathery white patches

Weather through

An exposed blue sky

Which abruptly dims

To shades of gray

Which swells from

A showering of

Collective tears


The spill sprinkles

Mounds of

flowery shrubs

which kindles

our senses

through a kaleidoscope

of pulsating colours

and ignites our sight


Nature’s garnishes

Demonstrates to

Each of us

The inherent soul

Of all there is

The intrinsic nature

Of cycles and

Earth’s wisdom

That can be witnessed

Through the self.


~Nathalie
Samreena Lodhi Dec 2018
In the cascade of my feelings,

a steep precipice separated the ways

disconnecting every bit from you

left me waiting on the long days
Anthony Mayfield Jun 2018
When it rains,
It pours.
Cascading down,
I guess I’ll go home,
And stay there,
To hide.
Forget about my prior notion.
I guess I'll go home, and stay there to hide
Lilli Blakk Jul 2017
Find me.
Callouses bubble born of survival
Barefooted, bare-backed branding
It's ******-tribal.

It's in the bible.
Something on makeshift witchcraft
An (in)impatient scripture draft
Find me.

All of us, answers for anatomy.
Grey slate, tabula. And. scar tissue tough
Illness or just ill-wish is brainstem spinal
Callouses bubble born of survival.  

Instinctive. Normal.
What we learned when the books were burned  
Cave paintings made in the padded cage
Barefooted bare backed branding.

Now, make it gentle.
Through looking glass, exhausted paragraphs
Be blind to the bodies and dance
It's ******-tribal.
They never were very nice to us back then
Anderson M Apr 2017
A wave’s born on the
Vast waters and it’s gone torn
From water’s surface

An entranced lone bee
Enthusiastically
Serenades flower.

Wind in deference
To the sun whistles softly
Paying staid homage

A trifle many
Things happen beneath our nose
That escapes notice.
Solaces Feb 2017
I took shelter underneath a dim structure deep within the city..
The beautiful light rain fell like a cascade of sun filled diamonds..
It was so beautiful..
The dripping shine that was falling from me became shadow drops.
They ran along the dim light floor and collected in the corner of the room.
It was there I saw a strange insect of blue light..

The light storm was somewhat of a blessing.  It seem to chase all the light beings indoors .  They too were waiting out the storm.  Meanwhile I was dripping light rain that would soon turn into shadow drops and would run down to the corner of the room.  A small puddle of shade formed there.  It was like looking into a hole with no beginning or end if that makes sense.   Then from the window flew in a bright star blue insect of sorts.  Its wings made a strange flute like sound.  It flew into the puddle of shade and seem to lather itself in the dark waters.  It then flew toward me.   Could it see me?  It truly was not an insect. It was a pattern of beautiful shapes with 4 white wings made of light.  I moved away from it suddenly.  It then flew into my gathered darkness and would roll around in it.  It almost seem liked it enjoyed my leaking shadow.  It then flew out the window into the light storm.   I then fell asleep in a dark corner of my accidental creation.  I awoke to a harmony of sounds.  The room was now filled with these strange insect like patterns of all colors.  They were all bathing in my shadow.
And when a shadow is cast for the first time.
Snehith Kumbla Jun 2016
a little rich
cascade
in free fall  

across stones
not yet slippery
of moss

water in
communion
with the being

a forest
sprouted
within

making
branches
of arms  

trunk
of
torso

fruit
of the
heart

now
skipping
over and on

astride
like a
creature

barefoot
over jagged
stone

a green silken
gurgle
demon sky...
Snehith Kumbla May 2016
spout
mayflowers
on my arms

splash
in a fall of
cascade

sing
myself a
melody

fling
a paper
airplane

make arrow
heads of
words

step out
stare intent
at stars

string an
old guitar
to frenzy

run to
the beat
of my feet

very
very
slowly

count
up to
ten

a room
caught in
mid-waltz

hush in  
a storm's
aftermath  

debris
strewn
around
The World Doesn't Care

You are afraid
Leading into a cascade
The World Doesn't Care

Your struggle
That's your trouble
The World Doesn't Care

Show you are afraid
Show your struggle
Cascade
&
Trouble

Clearly define your fight
Grit and show your bite
The World Will Care
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