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Summer 1d
Stranger to earth, to her body, to the church. I often wondered how she could remain stoic as her blood licked the grass blades at our feet, the moth falling with her finger, drowning with my grief into the ring of fire. How far can one go, she asked me, to live without participating in the circus, to resist clowns, to not register pain, family, injustice, rain. Look, I said, they endure, the sound, the visuals, the memory – episodic, yes, but they endure – people would not forgive bystander. The moth fell again, shuddering, struggling. And her finger, gushing with golden blood, was still pointing at the priestess, who smiled, and said, you decide, it’s your body. To sequester, draw a line on the snow, better with blood, but tears would suffice too – and so the stranger was repeatedly created and destroyed.
FC Azaele May 9
Treat me right, stranger
not as a false friend, simply
not a pretender
Haiku's are not my exactly my magnum-opus, but they're fun :)
Martin Boško Apr 14
Have you ever felt
Like an alien being
Planted amongst men?
PhoenixTetra Apr 6
Why is that i find refuge
When I’m consumed by solitude
In a complete stranger
I see once or twice a week
Do you see me?
Can you feel me?
I’m tired of hiding.
Simon Piesse Mar 22
The ***-bellied Mercedes squealed
As Meursault withdrew and
Marvelled at the flames
Licking
The air
Like marigolds on Ritilin.
'Raymond would have no reason not to admire this act.'
He stopped by a shimmering sea of Ubers.
The scrape and drawl of siren made no impression on him.
Leaking smoke reminded him of
Snow White’s Cottage
Where he had taken Marie when Lucie was born:
The place where he would go out at dawn to chop wood.
He liked the way her roses played
With the restlessness of children.
Then he thought: 'if only mother could see me now.'
Inspired by Camus' searing sense of injustice in The Stranger, which I'm studying with my class at the moment and by the riots in Bristol, UK
Loreah Mar 12
Under a mask and some ripples
An ocean of sky and foam of clouds
Wind wanderer, you and your tides
Must have been where nothing remains
Lee Aaun Mar 11
i won't forget,
when i cried you just looked at me
and what a silly heart of mine is—
it kept thinking,
you will pick those tears for me
and say 'i am here for you'
but you were just standing in front of me
like a stranger
pick your own tears
Maria Etre Feb 22
When I met you
over
&
over
the pronoun transformed to
"mine"
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