the wind dries the tears
from our eyes
and brings them
back to us
again
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Footprints
these are the footprints she left behind
before she turned around to go
slow
these are the footprints of a child
following her in the snow
slow
the camera shook slightly
tears stained by the glaze
it was her time to go
slow
–Rest in peace Trooper. We will meet again some sunny day.
drivr
asphalt rolls slow and i
hear the whiskey whispers
under neon skies
a bit of smoke curls
dances and is kissed
going down
avenue 70
its where we drowned
skip
skip
bring the needle back
skip
bring the needle back
scratch
bring the needle back
scratch
bring the needle back
too many cold mannequins breaking the scene
love is good
it defies the odds
gravity and logic
love meanders its way
through endless stars and summer skies
lovers hearts and hands
pull tight against the coming
dawn
nestled semi circles entwined enmeshed engorged
until we come up for air
and sink back down
again
66
a hollowed out tomb
it echoes
bounces
between here and now
covered by a white dust shroud
i hear their dead but alive voices
rise above the laugh track
giving sway to the spell
that we were something more
than simply
us.
Empty
I stare at the emptiness around me
“Nothing is this empty” I think
But the thoughts come from nowhere
I reach out, my arm seems to extend forever
I shout, though I hear no sound
I become comfortably numb in thought
Though I am not comfortable
And thoughts do not exist
I am numb, I am nothing
My feet touch no surface
My fingers touch no object
I hear no sound in my ears
What is happening to me?
I seem to breathe though there is no oxygen
And the earth swallows me whole.
By Anna age 11
Golden sunset
cant envision the former smile
disguised laughter
a melody trained
to break a human heart
eight ball rolling up the sleeve
silent whispers
words of what if
of could have
never did
anger erupting
spilling over into dreamscapes
landscapes and the lonely miles
malignancy, cold looks broken chairs
we wept in silent whispers
time marched cruelly, faithfully
until it was done.
fading smiles
like ghosts
a fading smile
echoes past brilliance
out shining the sun
fading miles is all that
becomes of us
captured Polaroid
rediscovered.
