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annh Sep 2020
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
Jaxey Apr 2020
the lightning
that struck
my heart
the hail
that crushed
my soul
you are the most
beautiful storm
i have ever seen
"who said storms can't be beautiful?"
Colm Sep 2019
And then I saw it
And I knew
Overtaken as I was
That all of my prior perceptions of beauty were nothing
And that your memory
Was a far sight from all of God's green glory
Creative and free as the cattails and the rustic leaves
For which I am thankful
Most thankful
Struck silent by the sight. Happy that such a truth exists. Exquisite.
- Mar 2019
No luck with love
I'll admit it.

I commit and dive in,
sort of stuck.

All in or not at all,
that's my premise.

Awe-struck always,
if it's not working.
eleanor prince Feb 2019
ever standing
body lithe, strong
trained to strike

too dashing for peeling paint
old verandas
slow-paced hamlet

waiting in country town
place to whizz past
road to tourist hub

how does his tale read
did he pay
for assault

struck the frame
holder of *****
spawning breath

cold fury
for scenes of his mother
thrown down

stain his every stance
grabbing mail swiftly
ahead of arrival

panther muscles
no more the crouching lad

her screams
bounce off walls
as mother's body slumps

broken bottle scars
left to clean up the mess
as he leaves for school
forage into
fictional possibility -
with deep respect
for David
of village
post office
Yanamari Nov 2018
Twice struck by stone.
Thrice in the twice,
Too close in proximity
To call home.
The night is young and
The world is vast,
I will not go to sleep tonight.

Twice struck by stone,
Once from the East and
Twice to the West.
My chest has become overwhelmed by
The swirling blood in my heart,
Tonight I will not fall asleep.

Steps forward turn into steps backwards,
Tonight will be a sleepless night.

Twice struck by stone,
In the last two days.
Many more do I own,
I lay down on alone,
Too many thrown
For me to remember
All through which I've grown.
Accustomed to the stones against my
Flesh and
I will not fall asleep.
Alexis Janelle Aug 2018
Everywhere, It Haunts Me,
By the shape of his silhouette,
That black shirt, That messy hair,
Gone so fast in the blow of the air,

Fast forward, I know I saw him,
And remember how my skies turn blue,
We're built to fall, We're never gonna see each other anymore,
Blink of my eyes, and now he is gone,

Everything, Can comeback,
Because of the cast of his shadows,
My feelings,My unforgetable memories,
But every struck of lightning was so hard to capture,

Pauses, On My Breathe,
Everytime i see his silhoutte,
His Face,His gorgeous smiles,
But i thought I'd see him again....
before the storm did ensue
a calming lull was present
thence whisking winds picked up
as the lightning struck
K Balachandran Jun 2018
day’s dagger struck deep,
hot,white, blood splashes on  earth;
run to night’s shelter!
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