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Brycical Sep 2012
& the salts just keep on spreading--              
between Palestine & Israel,
millennium of a-saults burn in their hell--
collectively bringing bodies down
as a salty sacrifice screeches venom out
into the air,
& acidic sleepy nightmare scarring the earth dry.
  
          & the salts just keep on spreading--              
          & the salts just keep on spreading--              

what hope do we have as
you keep building your salt walls
--it's like a ******* clawing a scab.
keep shaking hands with cheese graters
slicing papers of ancient seas scrolls
where knowledge could be foretold
of love and peace young and old--

           but the salts just keep on spreading--        
           but the salts just keep on spreading--        

all over the world into already perfect countries--
dividing a world into your words
like a dead fish floating in your sea--
wrapped in parchment to be served
as a poisonous choice for dinner of all our minds.
makes us feel like we're walking on a landmine field,
points jagged piercing unyielding fear shrapnel in our brains.

           but the salts just keep on spreading--          
           but the salts just keep on spreading--          

and we wonder why our lands keep drying out.
putrid, salty sour milk words
burn the back of our throat
yet we hope to find water --
we hope the moats of these salty
words protect us.
but what happens when  the water dries up?


            the salts just keep on spreading--  
        the salts just keep on spreading--
Teagan Feb 2012
it’s crazy how I’m waiting again
just can’t get my head around it
i’m no longer anxiously chewing my lip
no more nauseating  summer saults in my stomach
i no longer kid myself that i won’t answer your call
i am resigned to my faith
pathetic girl so silly so needy
i am defeated just sadly tired accepting that i’m waiting again
routinely checking my phone.
robin Mar 2018
Ready set go
You stall
Your legs sink into hardwood floor quicksand
Burning firewood and pictures
from a past life
Trying to forget
My heads swimming in alcohol
My lips are cracked
dry
like the Grand Canyon
Hands up
to your head
your surrendering to your subconscious
conscious now
but barely able to peddle through my thoughts
Which way? This way
That way or his way?
Am I breathing
Am I dreaming
Is this life
Does it get any better then this
it’s wicked hot
muggy in my jersey wool sweater
I think I’ll sit down for a while
maybe do some summer saults in the grass
Look at things upside down for a while
maybe look at the blue sky and convince myself it’s  green for awhile
Just until the sun sets
Just until the morning comes
Just until the truth becomes a little bit easier to accept

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