#chan - Hello Poetry

a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff skyward landing with quiet thud across undulating infinite granular waves formerly solid state rocks and minerals optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen crash asper for test dummies foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope initial faith for survival quickly ebbed nsync with retreating tidal wave pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms farther from beached berth immediately transformed into quicksand, while off in the distance a glimmering chimera (the first of many) appeared amidst the desert sands one mirage after another falsely broken promise buoyed drained salvation quick decision decreed each man for himself thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers" condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation foretold merciless portentous demise witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine no doubt raw elements of nature wrought fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates" lost among expanse of whittled quartz across chronometer measuring millions of years now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting, unwelcoming petty coated junction blistering hot wind obliterated fellow travelers convoy deeply within diabolical dunes eternally erased doom awaited for 21st century explorers to discover scattered wreckage both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged), where subsequent seasons of wicked bewitched slow torture akin to being raked over hot coals exception made for this interminable sufferer at the whim of sadistic persona non grata evil spirit n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct a foreigner to yours truly but atavistic primitive fight or flight witnessed relieved whence absently blinking this life married to indiscriminate clamped, harried, styled devilishness evaporated in thin air upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes horror, twas boot a dream.

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Caravanserai Heading Toward The Levant

a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff skyward landing with quiet thud across undulating infinite granular waves formerly solid state rocks and minerals optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen crash asper for test dummies foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope initial faith for survival quickly ebbed nsync with retreating tidal wave pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms farther from beached berth immediately transformed into quicksand, while off in the distance a glimmering chimera (the first of many) appeared amidst the desert sands one mirage after another falsely broken promise buoyed drained salvation quick decision decreed each man for himself thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers" condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation foretold merciless portentous demise witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine no doubt raw elements of nature wrought fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates" lost among expanse of whittled quartz across chronometer measuring millions of years now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting, unwelcoming petty coated junction blistering hot wind obliterated fellow travelers convoy deeply within diabolical dunes eternally erased doom awaited for 21st century explorers to discover scattered wreckage both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged), where subsequent seasons of wicked bewitched slow torture akin to being raked over hot coals exception made for this interminable sufferer at the whim of sadistic persona non grata evil spirit n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct a foreigner to yours truly but atavistic primitive fight or flight witnessed relieved whence absently blinking this life married to indiscriminate clamped, harried, styled devilishness evaporated in thin air upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes horror, twas boot a dream.

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*The original oorm; here a young man... a fine pickle this is. The Chan heroes retired to Dongyun, but my heart yearns to live.*

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC