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m Dec 2018
“who birthed the seas?”

it was snowing,
but it fell upon us warm and scattered,
like ash,
like dust,

i turned my head,
and watched you speak.


“sometimes i wonder who cradled her when she was just a puddle,
who nourished her to grow this big.”

i felt as if seas could grow in me.

“stay”
i begged,
“this city is so empty,
even with all these waves at its back.

and,

and stay,
for me,
because these feet don't know the route back.”

you whispered back, eyes shut,

“i want to know this body's delicacy.
how light would it need to be to sink?”




“micka, please.”




“micka?”


“and when do we ever find the time,
that is what i truly wonder,
time to search the sea,
time to fill our empty stomachs with its insides?

everything is just so rapid,
i feel like i can't breathe.”

i krept closer, the tide rising and falling like a set of lungs.

“stay,”
i said again,
watching while your hands grazed gentle waters,
searching for depth.

you hummed,
looked over and pressed a wet palm against my face.

the sea was a silent wash of stillness beside us.
your breath was loud against my cheek,

be comfortable, darling
I’ll be here awhile.
who birthed the seas? who cradled her when she was just a puddle? who nourished her to grow this big?
MARK RIORDAN Feb 2018
PRESIDENT TRUMP RUSSIA DID HELP
TO GET YOU INTO THE BIG HOUSE
NOW PRESIDENT TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
THEY KREPT AROUND LIKE A LITTLE MOUSE



COULD HILLARY OF WON AND
BEEN AMERICAS NEW LEADER
PRESIDENT  TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
WAS RUSSIA THE MYSTERIOUS INTRUDER



HOW CAN YOU BE PRESIDENT NOW
KNOWING ALL THIS TOOK PLACE
PRESIDENT TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
BEFORE YOU FALL FROM GOOD GRACE



HILLARY THE FIRST MADAM PRESIDENT
IT IS PROVEN RUSSIA DID ASSIST IN GUIDING THE 2016 ELECTION INDICTMENTS HAVE BEEN ISSUED. THE BIG QUESTION NOW SHOULD HILLARY OF BEEN PRESIDENT I SUPPOSE WE WILL NEVER KNOW NOW WILL WE.
m Jan 2019
I woke up and the rain had stopped
but my clothes were still wet
from sitting in the wash overnight.
I krept to the coffee machine with my robotic legs,
uncharged from the night before
and my body was heavy
my body was a stack of red bricks,
harpened together by a broken back.

I congealed there
on the damp grass, pressing warm blades into my skin
leaking wet into me
and it felt like blood,
it felt like misery hospital beds
a torn out needle
seeping out fragile red.

the coffee was stale,
bitter settled there in the back of my throat,
clinging on to starved muscle
I couldn't swallow
I wouldn't swallow
Your taste was still there somewhere,
nestled in my gums to relish in later.

come down from that burgundy tree
those branches won't hold you for much longer
the maple is dying,
heart rot and wounded.
your home is here,
your home is here.

I gather myself in two parts:
1 part body
1 part will
And you gather yourself from the other side:
1 part will
1 part hope.

I prayed for rain in the morning
but I only got the afterthought
I prayed for your flesh in my hands by night
but I only got your urn, cold and heavy.
NoPoe Sep 2019
*** was never vulnerable to me
I krept into a small corner of myself
Attempting to keep me safe
While  hundreds of your hands
Groped every inch of what you thought was me
So you could come undone
Kennedy Roth Dec 2018
Those eyes.
The night we met
Sent me in a trance.
Lingering over a jukebox
Silver in my hands
Sharing fresh fries in the diner.
It started with a glance
The rest of the night fell into place
Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later.
As the hourglass emptied
Dread krept over
Time escaped us.
Those eyes.
Leaving me torn in different directions.
Shove me against a wall
But play with my hair and call me pretty.
I lie in bed now
Wrapped in cotton
Picture you here
Imagining your skin bare
Running my fingertips down your spine
Leaving you with more than just my finger prints.
The idea of calling you mine
Brings life into the hairs on my neck.
Piercingly blue.
Those eyes.
Flowerwithabrain Feb 2021
Who the hell can you blame for the voice in your head

It left for a while but today it krept back in

Its mocking tone is echoing

Doitdoitdoitdoit

But I don't want to do it

Why are we created to destroy ourselves
My triggers used to be few and far between but now my brain interprets every word as a blade

— The End —