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Mike Jewett Feb 2015
Grackles singing black
Beaking notes of melanchol-
Panoramically
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
Small;
Lonely;
Nostalgic;
Abandoned;
I weep.

I weep for all the little children who've lost their parents.
I weep for all the pain that drowns the music of life out.
I weep for all the heartache we each bring to the world.
I weep for all the people who are misunderstood.
I weep for all the lovers who can never be.
I weep for all the socio-economic classes who fear.
I weep for all those who panoramically walk without seeing.
I weep for all the people who have loved and lost.
I weep for all the people who have not been able to love again.
I weep for all the love that has been shattered,
For all the friendships that have been lost at sea,
For all the wings that aren't flapping,
For all the soldiers who have died in vain,
For all the people who have set themselves on the line and are not remembered,
For all the people who made a difference but weren't heard.

We are a single unit; each a tiny drop in a universe of Oceans.

Let's start acting like one.
Despite it all, we have prevailed.

Let the lovers of life be heard and a new regime of peace and art reign!
Dan Shalev Apr 2018
On a cold foggy morning in the ****** dunes some leagues from my home I rode down a path unknown.

The trecherous sand pulled the wheels of my bicycle down into the earth, deterring me from completing the upward climb towards the top of the promising dune.

With my feet in the sand and besieged by fog, I surveyed my surroundings and found that I was completely alone.

Weakened by the arduous journey through the dunes and unable to cycle, I pushed the bicycle aside and dropped on my knees to face the sand.

Alone and halfway up an unrelenting dune, I was overcome by a sobering reality that shook me to my core; the elements care not for our humanly struggles and, with no warning nor a shred of notice, could, and likely will, decimate us.

With renewed strength and strong will to conquer the dune I picked my bicycle up from the sand and pushed upwards.

As I scaled the dune and finally reached the top, I gazed upon my surroundings panoramically, realizing the alarming yet beautiful reality; Though alone in parts unknown, I was surrounded by nature that embraced me and showed me its true beauty as reward for overcoming its many challenges.

With sand at my feet and fog all around, I no longer felt alone. I had myself and nature to keep me company, and that is all I needed.
This short story comes as a reflection and lesson I've learned after a morning riding through the ****** dunes close to my home.
Onoma Mar 2020
the metaphysics of a morning

wound can not be dressed,

the pain is sharp because it is dull.

as if nose to nose with a flamboyant endpoint.

boldface, as with confidences surrounding

its gaping matter.

the not quite of it, the slanting deck of a ship--

with the horizon waving stupidly as

you slide backward.

sea legs, land legs--and the obsessive stickler

that sorts detail to come of a haphazard nature.

by one intrepid discoverer panoramically queasy--

disconsolate and setting.

— The End —