4: On the Sound of Rain by stargirl2791, literature
Literature
4: On the Sound of Rain
There are windchimes
singing
as raindrops ghost past them –
the serenade for the fog
that the trees have pulled close to their bark.
The hushed regality
speaks to the heartbeat of the earth;
this is a time to breathe
in time with the clouds,
as they sigh and wistfully
rest wishes
on the ground below.
And the forest smells of renewal,
the clean coolness
following the distant cracks of thunder,
and closer by,
the pavement echoes
the sylvan petrichor.
Nature’s lullaby
subdues passerby
and worries hang suspended,
kneaded away by the rain.
kids like us have sharp minds and sharper teeth by pansydiv, literature
Literature
kids like us have sharp minds and sharper teeth
oh, these bitter kids have
sharp tongues-
knife me breathless
and kiss to cut
lips, i know
we corrode like wet-iron
( b l o o d )
and sharper hips-
well, i guess
there were always angels here
i just wasn't looking hard enough
From the Journal of a Streetgirl by Frank-Jaspers, literature
Literature
From the Journal of a Streetgirl
Sunday, December 11th
It’s advertised as a motel room, and teeters on the switchblade of reality. Not a dollar goes to maintaining the fiction that this is really a motel: there’s a table with a hole knifed into it, an old faucet that drips like a broken clock, a frayed carpet of blood and seed and ash, a trash can heavy with fresh rubbers and Brillo, and there’s a bed that no one sleeps in. At the door, I hear a knock. I open the door, and when a man enters I almost recognize him —he is like so many others now. I light up, and the wine-grape cigarillo smoke smells like nail polish. Then, taking a deep, methodical dra
Time
...by raxnae
Time Moving Ever Forward, Linear It May Seem,
But If We Had Big Enough Memories, or Long Enough Lives,
We'd See Time is a Circle, Past Present and Future,
All Flowing Around and Around, Repeating the Same Paths.
The Blind Follow the Same Fate as Before, Those That See can Make New Choices,
Perhaps Even Reshape Their Destiny, Instead of Being Doomed to Repeat It,
Once People Stop Walking in Circles, the World as We Know It Will Change,
Several Small Changes, Leading to One Massive Catalyst for a Grand Paradigm Shift of the Cosmos.
What is Time to Those Forever Young at Heart, Being Themselves Timeless?,
Tis Simply a Measur
Yet
Yussra MT Ebrahim
11/6/2016
through your questions
you know more
than those with answers
they ignore
with doubts
yet sincere
you get
why you're here
frightened
yet fighter
heart fuller
yet lighter
God willing
God willing
God willing
you
you will see beyond even
the sun and the moon
perhaps not
yet
but soon
What Do I Know
Yussra MT Ebrahim
10/23/2016
mercy is an option
for those in power
but some of them
just like the sight
of spirits being shattered
mercy was an option
but things went sour
when you wrecked me
and then mocked the wreck
like it never mattered
I turned out to be a bunny
in a cage full of lions
I came in with armor
but they flung it aside
not for fame, not for money
they did it to feel giant
my bunny nose was twitching
but I never thought to hide
mercy is an option
but your boot to my throat
sure makes you feel strong
mercy is an option
but when you call me foolish
when you call me wrong
it sure makes you feel smart
it sure make
it's all over the newsfeeds now:
the dust bowl opens up in a former gravel pit,
swallowing the trees' burnt-up broomsticks,
an electromagnetic storm lashes out at its tail
in our whirlpool
laundromat brains
whose storage rooms fill up with dried dragonflies
still
wriggling their feet.
the insomniacs of us fight bodies
kicking themselves back up,
shove snakes writhing in a hose-dance
into a barrel of ECT sleep.
wind howls all throughout, a woman crying for help, perhaps,
trapped at the bottom-right
corner of a community pool,
but who knows when night shushes us black and slippery, a squeeze