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Erian Rose Nov 2018
From the mirror window
What do you see?
From broken glass
And fallen dreams
What do you see?
The moon shines brightly in the nights
Where the stars glow past the darkened flow
The hollows whose bark falls apart
Landing upon a chill cold ground
What do you see?
In a window light
Shining brighter as ever
Leaving a path past the midnight
And a bird's crooked crow
What do you see
When you stare ever blankly
Through the shattered window?
Bryce Nov 2018
Poe
Arguing above
The corvids seek a meal
caked upon the ground
Josiah Sim Nov 2018
I caw, he squawk
I’m grey, he’s black
Attention is what I lack
So I mimic him
What he looks
What he did
To stand and mock
My friendship with him
Is as solid as a rock
For without him
I would never become
Me
lovelywildflower Nov 2018
the gray space behind
crow flys over autumn trees
one rose still alive

Grey Oct 2018
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "Why do you bring death?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason misfortune is your burden to bear"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must you taste blood?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason your eyes catch the sunlight"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must we remain this way?"
Vulture looked at Crow
And he looked at Crow
And Crow looked back
And Vulture said, "We have known nothing more"
And Crow looked back
"Then we must learn"
"Then we must learn"
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Lone midnight crow caws,
Dutifully out to dark;
Darkness never sleeps!
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Cacophonous crows,
Teardown curtain, let morn in;
Feel good anarchy!
Ciara Jones Jul 2018
Did you ever wonder why
Why the crows always sighed

Shallow sighs that seemed to signify
The broken pieces of happiness that once used to collide

Looking back at it now
I could hear a poetic prowl

A town full of memories
A land full of histories

Think simply, they used to tell me
Because with that, they said
You can take on life slightly more effortlessly
b Jul 2018
maybe you and i
could take time
for each other.

a stroll through
the leaves in
sacramento.

why cant we fly
like the crows?
they only know

about everything
ive ever turned
a stone over for.

we never get
to taste the fruit
for ourselves.

this cheap dinner
is no armour for
the life you keep

out from me,
a magicians dream
you cant see the fake

thumb that hides a
phoney penny.
its really only worth

half what he says.
the show and the
tricks are just

tricks.
i had dinner with a broken friend
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