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joem18b
when your chance to be
heard arrives don't miss it step
up and say something
ReganBladehill
Typetrigger.
SageFirestrike
The silence feels like an elephant in the room. It is large, heavy, and awkward but none of us seem to be able to get around it.

Can you hear it each time that my heart thuds? Do you understand its Morse code? It screams "Say Something! Please(more)
joem18b
pull on your helmet
insert mouth guard, and roller
skate in a derby
mvdo
there's no need to elaborate:
i can see the certainty in your widened eyes
and my own reflection,
still smaller, near to bursting.
playgroundlove
There is no question of who you are to me. You limbs and tour body eclipse into me like a memory or a thought. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being that human who glares at my eyes like they are diamonds, who looks at me with love(more)
joem18b
questions are deadly
but no question is worse than
the answer to it
oncetwicetheman
John is passing insignificant beneath the monstrous weight and scale of the overpass.

His arms beyond the short sleeves feel the cool breeze of the sorbet pink dusk.
(more)
JamesWhite
A testament stood
A monument to your sins
And you just collapsed
Panda29
"His dedication was a testament to his work eithic....."
The director rambled on at the top of the room.   He had been going solid now for a good fifteen minutes, all Richard wanted was a quiet retirement, to slip away one Friday evening and just not turn up the(more)
joem18b
now available
with the old and new, the new
improved testament
Dalziel
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the floor. Cracked, spilling frothy brown liquid amongst the shards of sharp glass. A few drunkards still stumble among the ruins, though the party was over hours ago, their skin ripped and bleeding in odd places, on the palms of their hands, the soles(more)
joem18b
they say ninety-nine
is sixty-six pregnant with
the devil's own spawn
mvdo
you scraped aside sinews,
pulled together a pattering pulse
in hopes of habitation behind the sternum, you thought
you could love and be made whole.
(more)
Fallout
Some say that the end
is what justifies the means
I say that's heartless