The drunk man was staggering along the street, like a comedian in a silent slapstick movie. However, there was a strange beauty in his movements, a precision of the rhythm of his steps, waves and tumbles, resembling a mathematical sequence or a musical dynamic. It was a real phenomenon to behold.
From a haze he stumbled. Not intoxicated just overwhelmed. What he had seen… what he had heard. He was left reeling and seeking solid ground not only for his feet but also for the remains of his shattered life.
The blow is so powerful that it sends the knight staggering backwards. His hand hits his hilt as another punch swings into his face, smashing his jawbone, sticking sharp metal into the side of his cheek, and tearing through some of the flesh there. He feels the clacking of his teeth against metal, and begins to hear a ringing in his head. Over that sound comes the booming voice of the woman in front of him.
“You lost my wedding ring, you useless pile of shit!”
Breaths in staggering gulps
Tearing down windpipe like trains through tunnels
Chugging along the tracks
The rhythmic thud
Up and down
In and out
Reminiscing of times gone by
Simple mornings
Gauzy and effervescent
Bubbling with laughter
Choking on dust
And the weight of a thousand years
Pressing your chest
Making heavy your breathing
Like pillars of salt
Standing in the desert, longingly
Forlorn you search for a place to call home
Please remind me where you came from –
I haven’t the foggiest.
strong desire just to drink to much
and be the person
i was a few years ago
mercilessly staggering and
fast drunk wanting
to simply open
the flood gates
cowbrowner
The colorful blocks were staggering across the floor. The colors were vibrant and bold. Miles loved to play with the blocks and read the books!
Tatum S
The women was staggeringly beautiful. Elijah literally stepped back when he saw her and he felt ridicules, but staggering was the only word he could think of.
I think of a corpse, like a zombie from the Walking Dead or something. They just sort of shamble along, and stagger is an excelent word in my opinion because they’re not quite alive, but also super dead. It’s very similar to someone who’s extremely tired, exhausted. I see it a lot in Cross Country. Runners who have burnt themselves away to nothing, but that still push on at a death rattle. It’s painful but I love it for the struggle.
John Duarte
The space echoes speechless,
It has no words to defend itself.
It breaks the room,
Like a sudden tumble in a dream,
Jumping in fear and sweat,
Helplessly awake now.
It repeats, comes again,
Its arrival announced and
Warmth flees from skin.
Cold and rigid,
A heart can’t beat in the atmosphere of the end
And turns mechanical.
Every time,
Because it repeats
Every time
A choice that isn’t a choice
And its chasm left ripped into an empty room
Goodbyes that sting like finalities
Every time
And the different messages received in thirty minutes
Is astounding
Makes me think of someone drunk or hurt staggering away from an area or an entity. Almost as if stumbling or about to fall. Just not in a normal state of mind as well. Feels like the person will pass out.
timing is testing
judgement is joyful
figuring out fragments
to the best of our abilities
staggering
the knowledge
we don’t envision
enveloping the images
myopic dreams
passivity posing, us
the future in our hands
the little children inherit all our plans
The drunk man was staggering along the street, like a comedian in a silent slapstick movie. However, there was a strange beauty in his movements, a precision of the rhythm of his steps, waves and tumbles, resembling a mathematical sequence or a musical dynamic. It was a real phenomenon to behold.
From a haze he stumbled. Not intoxicated just overwhelmed. What he had seen… what he had heard. He was left reeling and seeking solid ground not only for his feet but also for the remains of his shattered life.
The blow is so powerful that it sends the knight staggering backwards. His hand hits his hilt as another punch swings into his face, smashing his jawbone, sticking sharp metal into the side of his cheek, and tearing through some of the flesh there. He feels the clacking of his teeth against metal, and begins to hear a ringing in his head. Over that sound comes the booming voice of the woman in front of him.
“You lost my wedding ring, you useless pile of shit!”
Breaths in staggering gulps
Tearing down windpipe like trains through tunnels
Chugging along the tracks
The rhythmic thud
Up and down
In and out
Reminiscing of times gone by
Simple mornings
Gauzy and effervescent
Bubbling with laughter
Choking on dust
And the weight of a thousand years
Pressing your chest
Making heavy your breathing
Like pillars of salt
Standing in the desert, longingly
Forlorn you search for a place to call home
Please remind me where you came from –
I haven’t the foggiest.
strong desire just to drink to much
and be the person
i was a few years ago
mercilessly staggering and
fast drunk wanting
to simply open
the flood gates
The colorful blocks were staggering across the floor. The colors were vibrant and bold. Miles loved to play with the blocks and read the books!
The women was staggeringly beautiful. Elijah literally stepped back when he saw her and he felt ridicules, but staggering was the only word he could think of.
I think of a corpse, like a zombie from the Walking Dead or something. They just sort of shamble along, and stagger is an excelent word in my opinion because they’re not quite alive, but also super dead. It’s very similar to someone who’s extremely tired, exhausted. I see it a lot in Cross Country. Runners who have burnt themselves away to nothing, but that still push on at a death rattle. It’s painful but I love it for the struggle.
The space echoes speechless,
It has no words to defend itself.
It breaks the room,
Like a sudden tumble in a dream,
Jumping in fear and sweat,
Helplessly awake now.
It repeats, comes again,
Its arrival announced and
Warmth flees from skin.
Cold and rigid,
A heart can’t beat in the atmosphere of the end
And turns mechanical.
Every time,
Because it repeats
Every time
A choice that isn’t a choice
And its chasm left ripped into an empty room
Goodbyes that sting like finalities
Every time
And the different messages received in thirty minutes
Is astounding
Makes me think of someone drunk or hurt staggering away from an area or an entity. Almost as if stumbling or about to fall. Just not in a normal state of mind as well. Feels like the person will pass out.
timing is testing
judgement is joyful
figuring out fragments
to the best of our abilities
staggering
the knowledge
we don’t envision
enveloping the images
myopic dreams
passivity posing, us
the future in our hands
the little children inherit all our plans