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SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
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the glowing iron wheel
had made its way
across the sky
crushing
everything
in its
path

i sit doubled over
my forehead
in rivulets
from the
furnaces
its passage
had stoked

clouds like
dusty dirt ruts
curving into
saguaro spiked
hills
to the west

crescent moon
a faint slice
like a
glowing
cattlebrand

the cicadas
still whirr
on
and
on
and
on


7 PM
and it is
still
98 degrees

and the
ghosts of
cowpokes
who
died the trails
still ride
their bony ponies
on their endless
road
into
the

sun


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
but it's a dry heat
Emily Jones Jul 2015
You linger like yesterdays coffee
Staining the table
My breath and teeth
Leaking over onto my white shirt
Ruining it
For bleach isn't strong enough
Tide falls short
That faded white shirt
Stained
And despite the distortion
I still wear you to bed.
Dan McGowan Jun 2015
lay back and relax
go along with what the stream
will give me
sometimes fast
sometimes slow
a snag or two
to keep me grounded
watch the dappled shadows
the canopy of leaves
through closed eyes
perfect state of being
water drips with weird sound
wakes me from my splendor
turn my head
come face to face
with rutting buck
that snorts across my mug
the startled deer
has startled me
just glad to keep it upright
stag turns and runs
quiet restored
left with vision of his eyes
and the quickly narrowed pupils
gabriel ackerman Jun 2015
Why are these dreams broken?
when all these words are left unspoken.
Uncertainty killing those who care inside.
They are left to rot, left to die.
Why are their faces filled with sorrow?
They see no light, no tomorrow.
They beg and they plea.
Only to see cruelty.
Why do the stars fade from our eyes?
Is it because we are slowly dying inside.
Why are you sad, why can't you breath?
You are drowning in sorrow, please don't leave.
Why are we abandoned and left to rot.
Never to leave stuck in this spot?
Why do our nightmares overcome our dreams?
Because can't you see.
These dreams are broken, they are left unspoken, by me.
PrttyBrd Mar 2014
Computer screens
glow ghostly pale
in darkness meant
For slumber
eyes taped open
glued in place
searching for nothing
needing a taste
or a piece
or a thread of a life
that eludes you
as you become a statue
perched in place
losing sleep
minutes run to days
hours to weeks
still you try
looking up but not out
sitting in silence
inside you shout
unnoticed, forgotten
remembered unseen
a shadow in the corner
of what might have been
wasted alone
wasting away
going going going GONE
no reason to stay
in a place with poison air
no one around
you're the only one there
pros and cons in lists unmade
and dreams get stranger
and wrought with danger
the closer and closer
you get to change
31514
Slam, spoken word,  performance, hmmmmm. Some things are just meant to be read aloud
imara Apr 2015
dig
your way
out of this black
hole and write to me
from the mountaintop.
A little something I found while browsing through my diary.
Roxxanna Kurtz Feb 2015
I've learned how to see
the world like a canvas.
When staring long at the horizon,
the roads flood my vision like paint
running together in a muddy mess.
The landscape changes,
but everything is still the same.
Maura Jan 2015
I crave that deep sleep
or that deep awake
but the the kind of awake
where your mind is asleep

I crave a sense of peace
or a sense of inspiration
but the kind of peace
where were your mind
wanders through your imagination

I crave a great embrace
or just a soft hug
but the kind of embrace
that works like a drug

I crave a spiritual wake
or just a nudge from God
but the kind of wake
that'll heal my heartache

I crave oh how I crave
for God's grace to save
JLPfoxy Jan 2015
Caged inside
Seeking beauty on the outside
Lost time
Wasted on the color blind

Inspiration is hard to find
With
         Your
                  Eyes
                           Shut
Open them up and break free of your depressive rut and see!
                                              Truly see...
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