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UntitledDo you fear the darkness when you open your eyes? Do you ever mourn missing the sunrise?Untitled
Do you cry, then, For your broken sight?
Do you feel the world pass you by?
Do you cry for what you’ve missed?
by ~ixnextli
WastingThe coffee is black It’s not there A handful of milk Trickles through Fingers crossed Such a waste Hope for nothing And nothing will happenWasting
A songbird is here It’s not singing A musical box Frozen in time Such a waste Empty is empty And nothing will happen Again
by ~ixnextli
She Her hair was the colour of the milk coffee she was sipping slowly from the foam cup. She replaced the cup on the tabletop and laughed, her head falling back. Her laugh was soft, sweet; unlike the hollow resonance that echoes from the mouths of others. Strands of her hair curled at her nape, caressing her collarbone as she shook her head in undisguised mirth. She was in black: a black blouse that accentuated her gentle curves, a long black skirt that hid her legs. Tiny toes peeked out beneath the hem – she had kicked off her shoes earlier. An unremarkable pair of sandals lay upon the floor, beneath her chair. If sShe
by ~ixnextli
As Humans DoUncertainly We test the ground beneath our feet So unsure are weAs Humans Do
Wary – we fear our feet might collapse Beneath us The ground unsteady
There is no faith; no faith in ourselves
Hesitation
Waiting till the scales fall from our eyes Squinting to see beyond disguise What do we see?
Out of blindfolded eyes We see ourselves
Walk away from fear
As humans do
by ~ixnextli
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Opportunity-8.February.Opportunity-8.February
2.8.
the texture of my missed sunrise
wrapped in amber arms and a smirk fluxing in the newborn light: I’d’ve flung myself in arms that begged to hold me
if I’d known they were there
I’m staring into your distance, someone singing in my buttoned ears —chops for my cubical existence
wandering mind
there’s cement beneath us in springtime, still cold to the touch of jean-clad cheeks, this tank top rag doll folded into your lanky figure, patient for
by ~echo-si
Without Youby ~DhazGuten
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