inkedsolace

Jan 29

BIM

Glacé

Tick-tock,
Eyes—back alleys,
A patch on the elbow whines and rallies.
Snort-snap,
Sky—hoarfrost,
Melted in coffee and claws half-crossed.
Tap-tap,
Parquet and rags,
Hop-hop,
And back to the crags—
A heart, like a ball, tiny and shy,
Bending, fleeting, too scared to fly.

Jan 29

Xio

Delicate

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.

Jan 27

nivek

fingertips

the keyboard speaks
and I am silent
but we are joined
at the fingertips.

inkedsolace Jan 24

unicef

i watched today,
as unicef came,
and asked to speak with my parents,
i hid away as the adults conversed,
and sat back down to dinner,
their conversation was abrupt,
halted by a shut door,
and an exhale of annoyance,
their rant stuck to me,
and I thought,
as they complained,
-at least they're trying.

trying is more than doing nothing which, of course, is ironic and slightly hypocritical

#life #trying

Jan 24

Harry Gione

Death.

I keep realizing that I'm not living.
And every time I realize that,
I realize that I die a little bit more.
And realizing that kills me

Jan 24

Liana

People Haiku

Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky

Experimenting with Haikus

Everyone from here might be millions of miles away, but I take comfort from the fact that we all see the same sky when we look up. We might have a different perspective or opinion on it, but it is the same sky.

(This note was written by a W-rex who has no name. He carried a backpack full of shame.)