pavnades

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A fragile old man stands on the sidewalk. His skin baked from the heat of the sun. The screeching and smoking of beings tells that the city has awakened. He was trying to sell a single cigarrette or a piece of candy. No one has bought his wares, nor paid any attention to him at all. After a time he gave up and sat on a log as wrinkled and rugged as he was. He stopped talking, and just stared at the multitude of people passing by his stall, looking at them with weary eyes. Just watching. The old man was tired.

#spilled ink #writerscreed

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Falling Back

For seven years I wandered wilderness

tasting different lips and souls but every night

I longed for signs, longed for love, to meet that

True Love.

Then you crossed paths with me, out of blue,

out of my miserable life.

I looked at you like I just realized what love is,

my soul, my spirits, everything went beyond

my control when I saw galaxies in your eyes.

You changed every grief of mine to gold,

You held my hand in silence.

You were the ocean, when I was outside of you,

life was torment, I dived to deep that I lost form.

You; I, there is nothing left anymore.

Now you are gone and I became a ghost with body

living for someone else, I don’t know how much

longer do I have to carry this body of grief.

Such wounds of my heart will probably never heal

and I owe my heart too many apologies but

we must carry on with this burden. As,

I loved you in all the ways I could never love myself.

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She gets lost beyond the visions of the sea as fading light, from the setting sun, draws her in shadowy silhouettes across the sand. Her evening surrounded with bare hopes and unapologetic circumstances she smiles as she focuses her attention on her passions and her needs.

In this perfect world where she exists, she turns to me and I'm complete.

-H. Murcia 7/22/2021 9:18 AM

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Did I pour

too much

too quickly

Can I let this

well run dry

or

is my future

no longer dependent

on how

much ink

flows out my

veins

to paint

foreign skies

Perry M. // Written, It Was

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I so miss your arms and the strength they infused me with when I was held in their embrace. I miss your smile and the warmth it gave my heart. I miss the sound of your laughter and the light in your eyes where I always found refuge from strife.

e.v.e. ( I miss you)

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Artwork by Roshan Lunar on Wordpress

Silence sounds louder in empty rooms

echoing off blank walls

slightly off pitch

just a bit sharp

enough to notice, at least

that something is

different

Memories linger

like shadows in a hotel

where I once stayed

and forgot to return the key

My ears ring

in the presence

of their absence

tangibly hollow

inaudible

like a stifled scream

into an empty jar

Perception as sensation

the unknown eludes my grasp

I can’t touch emptiness

because it isn’t there.

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no appetite

in late afternoon’s light

does cover shift and

bones creak, muscles

stretch, eyes blink, blink.

a brief search, a reclamation,

perhaps a discovery or two,

an affirmation, a resignation,

a decision that is written in

pencil on a piece of paper

i forget to take with me.

mood swings like a teenager,

not ready, not now, no, please,

but it comes and swallows,

sometimes spitting, spilling,

and i clean up the mess like

i always do.

-rb.xyz

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The sky is heavy

The rain never pours

Before I jump

I will take a breath once more

As i dive down the deep black sea

Let me see the man I've been

Selfish, cruel, and dark inside

But for all I've done, I felt alive

Now it all ends, painful and slow

I wonder what I could've known

To be kind, selfless, and true

In my next life, maybe I can too

p.v.

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