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Christian Bixler Nov 2017
before the last
of the light is gone
crickets
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
What you stand witness to in others
Is strengthened in them
By the power of your observation
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
The fish bakes
in the sweltering heat of the sun
Its prison
a plastic tupperware container
three feet from the water.
It's jaws SNAP open
and shut as it gasps for air,
struggling
against death.
It's dying
baking
smell
lingers
over to me
as I sit and stare
while eating my
juicy green apple
I packed as a snack
Poetic T Oct 2017
Though not blinded, they saw all that was before them.
For within every length did a life linger.
Never ones to trim a singular moment they just
brush each moment delicately everyday..

For if not, tangled breath would linger to dead roots.
They were methodical in there daily routine.
But sometimes no matter the care, follicles do depart
and gently fall for an eternity, expired strands fade.

Collecting on every observation, tears do fall.
catching on strands gifting moments of longevity.
They see our every moment, contemplating our
decisions, never wording, only watching our lives
the tight swathe of fog
made a compact canopy
above the river

it lingered there
until first shards of morn's light
cut through the dense roof
Anne Molony Sep 2017
dark brown eyes
which you could easily mistake
for black
from a distance
like she did
when he caught her looking

a perfect, smooth face
not particularly tanned or pale
animated and honest
an open book
sincerely authentic

you can tell exactly what he's thinking from his expression
she likes to think that they share the same thoughts
and that when he looks at her that way
she knows what it means

she likes how
his head falls back when he laughs at something funny
which he's constantly doing
how his body shudders with hysterics
she too can't help but laugh
even when she misses the punchline

and his freckles
she breathes deeply
his skin, peppered with
charming brown little freckles
she wonders what it would be like
to trace their outlines with her fingers

those are the nice kind
she thinks
she wouldn't usually count freckles as
an attractive quality
not like hers
tea-brown stains on chalky skin

but on him, they're lovely
beauty
A hummingbird moves so fast it buzzes,
but it hopes you don’t notice.
Seema Sep 2017
Silently I watch the happenings around
Looking at the surrounds, walking on the ground
Sitting on a dead branch listening to the sound
What appears to be, are the people on the cloud
Rising high with their voices and gold
Richness and possessions, what not is sold
Young and old, all roam under my feet
Unnoticed on the dead branch observing the treat
O' yes! am the Raven, the Raven of time
Flew out of my world which for you, is no prime
A hidden, untouched place on this same earth
Where every single being has taken their birth
I for some reason needed the urge to witnesses
The humans of today and their awkwardness
In this world there's soon gonna be a math of silent epidemic
The rage and violence is become a consuming mimic
I, the Raven have seen it all
The great pillars on this earth is doomed to fall
Many hands reach out to pray and call
For the almighty of this universe as a whole
But is there someone, to hear us all
Or is it me, only the Raven peeking on every wall
Flying off to my world, I the Raven of time and again
The crucial moment and downfall has began
Save yourself, but you cannot hide
From the wrathing mouth of evil that's too deep and wide...


©sim
a fast skirling wind
raced through the gumtree limbs
bending their branches
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