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tiffanylu posted an update 1 month, 3 weeks ago
cities, pt. 2
the city breathes smoke into the night,
ghosts lit through the windows of seedy bars
and other desperate places. her red lips
stretched in a wolf’s smile
are no consolation you can fathom.you find yourself in a crouch, knees collapsing
like brief empires.strangers with hollow eyes
cry emergency, beckon
for resurrection.here, filtering breaths through your hands,
every second spreads down your back
like a burning forest.no angels survive in war zones like these.
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good grief, keep going!
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i’m glad you like it :) you think i should continue and add to it?
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yes!
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tiffanylu posted an update 1 month, 4 weeks ago
cities. signals. smoke. (amalgamation)
ii.
always hand to mouth, eating up the crumbs of your heart
that you vomit and swallow and vomit and repeat–he moves to the side, at the edge of the mess you lay in,
shoes and pants clean.the way his face stills is a filthy thing.
all you hear falling from the chimney of his mouth
is a steady litany of suicide notes, manic
encouragements.you could bury yourself in them.
i.
each day is a struggle. you say the sun will not wake with you.
lonely street lamps exhale steam through
a third floor window.you breathe it in like second-hand smoke, let it fill you
until you become a pile of ashes
rising to the ceiling.
a sorry imitation of a phoenix.iii.
“don’t you have anything to fight for?” he asks.
you nod yes. “myself,” you say,
but the one skewered on the end of your sword
wears your face,
smiling through a mouthful of blood.if you were still capable of it, you’d both be crying.
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unkitjc posted an update in the group
Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoRelish Flaw
A good day has been long since had,
There was no dark cloud in the sky,
Or something such, but the absence of one.
With the lack of rain and something more,
Passed day after day with habitual motion,
There was no cloud, there was nothing wrong.
The everyday was so uninspired,
We begged for rain so that we might again,
After the gloom appreciate the sun.
But we denied ourselves contentment,
Because we discovered something beyond the sky,
Then in passing be sought each other,
Hoping to share something more,
Like how we were happy with the sky,
Then the rains, then back to the sky,
With the lack of we learned to appreciate pain.
With the chaos of unplanned fun,
We called it a good day again. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoGravity
Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.Unlearning
Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Poetry 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
For Those Who Actually Reply 2 months, 1 week agoWe talked in silence, we talked of memories of how it felt when yours touched my skin, we promised we would never fall apart, yet somehow the distances and spaces between grew to a whole life
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i likethis so much
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Thank you :)
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unkitjc posted an update in the group
Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoGravity
Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.Unlearning
Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
Stimulate the Senses 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
In a world of my own 2 months, 1 week agoIn a world of my own, there is no world. Just souls floating in nothing
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unkitjc posted an update in the group
Summer for forever 2 months, 1 week agoThis summer i will forget about you, all my mistakes undone and I will start anew on the path I once abandoned.
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unkitjc posted an update in the group
share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoRelish Flaw
A good day has been long since had,
There was no dark cloud in the sky,
Or something such, but the absence of one.
With the lack of rain and something more,
Passed day after day with habitual motion,
There was no cloud, there was nothing wrong.
The everyday was so uninspired,
We begged for rain so that we might again,
After the gloom appreciate the sun.
But we denied ourselves contentment,
Because we discovered something beyond the sky,
Then in passing be sought each other,
Hoping to share something more,
Like how we were happy with the sky,
Then the rains, then back to the sky,
With the lack of we learned to appreciate pain.
With the chaos of unplanned fun,
We called it a good day again. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
share your psyche 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
An area sunk below its surrounding (Depression)
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
It was kind of like… 2 months, 1 week agoIt was kind of like not caring about anything in the world.
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unkitjc posted an update in the group
Memories 2 months, 1 week agoOf Age
The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted. -
unkitjc posted an update in the group
What's on your mind? 2 months, 1 week agoDepression
There is an uncertainty that resides within,
Where meaning should be,
Forehead weighed down by a frown,
Where bliss should be,
A dampened spirit lies in wake,
Where belief should be,
Escaping the world,
The world where I should be,
Looking away from what is,
Looking for where I would like to be,
There is ignorance at purpose,
Where doing should be,
There is a Depression,
Where life should be. -
tiffanylu commented on the post, signals 2 months, 1 week ago
always hand to mouth, eating up the broken crumbs of
your heart that you vomit and swallow and vomit and repeat–he moves to the side, at the edge of the pool you find yourself kneeling in,
shoes and pants clean as he yells manic encouragements. - Load More
zachmichelini @zachmichelini ?
active 11 months ago
First time here. Wrote like a fiend. Lo and behold, a blank screen! I’ll try again tomorrow. View
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