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drew posted an update 1 month ago
scales that grew in the thick unknown
of past fields is put down as delicately
as a page of ancient text
in a thin shed of snakeskin that is
a shroud shrining what was has
and will emerged from elapse;
as are we, a shedding of time scales
in vast past dark fields of space;
a memory of an earlier and
still growing, both ancient
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drew commented on the post, rattle 1 month ago
scales that grew in the thick unknown
of past fields is put down as delicate
as a page of ancient text
in a thin shed of snakeskin that is
a shroud shrining what was, has
and will emerged from the elapse; […] -
drew posted a new activity comment 1 month ago
thanks for the add, it reminded me of this place. i’ll have to start writing here again.
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drew posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Still as steps, I waited through the night for newborn thought to nurture. suddenly the music pounding from a passing car became the second heart of a pregnant mother beating on the outside my chest, and I became possessed like a father for the first time; in a sense it felt part of me. My fingers its arteries and my pen its pulse that could only…[Read more]
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drew posted a new activity comment 2 months, 3 weeks ago
thank you for the encouraging words. may i suggest you read, if you still have yet to,”letters to a young poet” by rainer maria rilke. there are five letters that can be found in a google search.
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drew posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago
A cold wind came
from the distance I seen
in her eyes
before the last wave
died in her hands
softly on the shores of
her sea me soonFor months I blew from
room to room like dust
collecting in layers of time
across fields of tall grass
that form from the fray
at the ends of the last
memories we made.-
”before the last wave
died in her hands
softly on the shores ” and ”For months I blew from
room to room like dust” too beautiful. i don’t know how to say it, but you paint a feeling with your words.-
thank you for the encouraging words. may i suggest you read, if you still have yet to,”letters to a young poet” by rainer maria rilke. there are five letters that can be found in a google search.
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drew posted an update 2 months, 3 weeks ago
revision:
in your presence the company of all others goes out of business, and from the street of my stare only one lamp flares above the grand stairs of your gracious beauty of which my lips itch to kiss every step with the same busy tingle as a bee curating the first opened gallery of spring tulips. -
drew commented on the post, gallery 2 months, 3 weeks ago
in your presence the world of others goes out of business, and from the street of my stare now only one lamp need flare above the grand stairs of your gracious beauty of which i care to kiss every step.
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drew commented on the post, butterfly 3 months, 1 week ago
An old lady once told me, “Butterflies, they are like dream flowers, childhood dreams, which have broken loose from their stalks and escaped into the sunshine. Air and angels.”
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drew commented on the post, walls 3 months, 1 week ago
Denial screams of its humanity hidden behind walls of helplessness.
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drew posted an update 3 months, 1 week ago
pages of breath
leaf through air
dampened by the dew
of you as you
work like a poem
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drew posted a new activity comment 3 months, 1 week ago
I find it heartwarming when i read something that reminds me of my secrets, things i do that only i know – it’s one big same humanity out there :) i can so relate to this. <3 lovely writing, i especially enjoyed: my silence didn’t break me, nor you, but it broke something. i can’t look into mirrors anymore. i’ve taken to crying into my coffee.…[Read more]
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drew wrote about the word below 3 months, 4 weeks ago
I’ll always remember that last big wave…
of your hands off the shallow shores of my sea…
you soon, where a final blue goodbye bellowed deep below.-
i missed your writing. lovely <3
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drew posted a new activity comment: 3 months, 4 weeks ago
awesome :) i enjoy your writing collection on this site.
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drew wrote about the word temple 5 months ago
As our eyes set,
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell
across the horizons
or your face.-
funny, we both used the use of ”tears” in the temple one… but totally different!
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drew wrote about the word beckon 5 months, 1 week ago
I am homesick for lands I’ve been,
missing family I’ve never known.
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drew wrote about the word obey 5 months, 2 weeks ago
There are nights
I get kissclose,
laying my head
in between her deep,
soft breaths;
collecting her
exhale in my lungs
where I hold them
until I can’t breathe,
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drew wrote about the word slouch 5 months, 2 weeks ago
My eyes hung heavy,
stepping down their stare
case into a brewery
of tears, aged in
stubbornness;
not to be opened
until sour shame
ferments into
an honest
sweet sorry.
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drew wrote about the word riots 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Our smiles rioted
across our faces.
Silently protesting
the seriousness.-
not muffling conjured smiles reverberating silently. thanks for your words.
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drew wrote about the word still 6 months, 3 weeks ago
My awe climbed its highest branch and sat still on the edge of her last thought that unleashed from out of her mouth like lions from slumber and traced around each body in the crowd weary of defeat, calling each person by the names of the dead people they always wished they could be, calling [...]
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