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I woke up one day,
filled with fierce eyes.
Checked the time
&
didn't want
to get out-of-
bed.

Another hour
Another day,
Time flashes by
through hearts
dismay.

Planted
my feet on
the hard wood crevices
feeling my cold morning flesh
touch the floor
feeling
alive.

Glanced into the mirror
and here i' am again
a female beast
in disguise.

Tryin
to do my best
live day by day
to be treated like
an angry animal
through the
day

Breathing
&
living tired of the pain
I want to get away
somewhere far
far...far
away.

Sip
my cold drink
sometimes i may
not want to eat
so I slip my shoes on
and take a deeper breath
in then walk my way
out the front
door.

Seems
to me, the morning
is pretty quiet, with a fresh
dew and sunrise groom.
When I look around
there's no one in site
until the day goes by
and their back in
life.

Take
me away
from this ugly place
this is not my home
but a temporary warmth
filled with childhood memories
within good and bad
filling me in like
a hawk searching
for roadkill
in the distance
of a backroad
smothered in
a raw
delight.
LC 5d
my thought fibers
push past the clutter,
swirling around until
my brain twists into knots
and my heart follows suit,
its veins tangling like spider webs
until my feet get swept off the ground
and my body gets ****** into the black hole.
i keep on thinking of words—
to unite, to collide;
but in everything that i do,
memories of you and i,
sweep me off of my feet—
with such delight.
hope y'all are doing fine!
I


time end
beginning
past
good bad
was
now you see
say
this be nature

things inevitable
in the grand scheme
this be nature
so

call absurdity to
old man on side of street
who with sign calls god
god god god see

for god
say he

so he point
mouth and brain
say very
primitive you be
see
this be nature

this this
be nature
see?













II

remember
time was
two
were you
three i
recall
not
mind
disorientation
as grow old

there be
distant memory
be you kind to me
distant memory.
time be conceptual
conceptual be time.















III

feet press
shingle beach
cut through
soul
wherever

snap
like
in form of
imitation of heart

associate















IV

all this

                                                           ­                           drifting

            swimmer



     ­                                                                 ­                                  exist






                   ­                                boulder



take
                                                                ­                    all
                                         ­                                                                 ­                              
                  end all






               ****
The word is meaningless unless you associate it. Four reflections on the banality of language, and the conflict between the spirit and the flesh.
Thank you.
Thank you for carrying me,
against the wind, the jagged rocks and tainted floorboards.
Thank you for enduring,
the pain, the burden, and heat.  
In sadness and in grief,
I torture you, standing, waiting, depleting you of your vitality.
In happiness,
I dance, prance, shake, and run,
I oversee your longevity, as you harden to sustain
my happiness.

All that's left,
is an impression, an imprint in the sand that trails behind.
Effete and tired,
I thank you, my feet,
for carrying me through it all.
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Mark Wanless Mar 7
with compassion my
food i travel and growl and
the world pads my feet
Lee Aaun Mar 2
if you can't accept my rejection,
its not my issue
as i can't love you anymore,
because i have realized my worth
just like you did back then—
when my heart was crumbled down
under your feet
i am not doing it to take revenge
it's karma, who is back
to give you, what you gave others
you get, what you give to others
Learning to be a literary poet
Keeping scientific temper intact
I learn first step
What does meter mean in poetry
How is it different from meter in physics?
Speed of light in meter per second  defines physical meter
You sit in National Physical Laboratory
To determine it exactly
Meter in poetry is defined
In terms of feet and syllables
In the era of SI Units
Feet is absolutely obsolete
Here in poetry you define meter in terms of feet
Feet can be of two or three syllables
An uncertainty of more than thirty three percent
How tolerant is poetry!
Things don't stop here
Unlike physical meter
Poetic meter is of different lengths
Of one foot, two feet, ..., eight feet
Defining number of syllables
Pattern of emphasis
In a poetic line
A step towards writing
Poetry literary style!
Dee Jan 26
How comfy is a bed,
That has your own personal foot warmer,
To warm your cold feet on frosty nights.

How comforting is the person,
Who slumbers next to you each night,
Protecting your dreams from past demons.

How still is the world,
When you look over to the one person,
Who makes you feel peace at last.
,
annh Jan 4
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...damp
feet
make
shallow
graves
in
paths
not
swept
quite
fre­e
of
snow...


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‘The past is somewhere we can walk with our memories
Never with our footsteps’
- Mimi Novic, The Silence Between the Sighs
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