The town's landmarks
Had been shrunk
Outlines of houses
Fitted in together
The different names and callings
Dialects and accents
Have been mushed
Creation of a bigger picture
A livable art
People so amazed
By the beauty of towers
The sun no longer needed
Houses sewn together
This is a community
Crime rate has doubled
People getting bored
Of living in the same ( Read more... )

Relationship between two people,
The mirror they mimic,
Themselves.
Flowing limbs in a dance of harmony
Windows first light cast about the floor,
Drew up from the boards
And shone a disturbance
In one of their faces.
The rhythm and beat of the air
The rattling of the music,
Continues.
But the flow is off
The movements are unworthy
Of showing on stage anymore.
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Beyond the bed time hours.
I'm far from sleeping.
Miles from the covers,
Above the click of time.
The endless chill,
A pain in my heart to be,
With out hours.
I wonder why the sun
Doesn't enjoy night
Always running away,
Never sleeping.
Miles away from covers.
The dust pops under the rip
The tread of my soles
Night is here
But you oh covers,
Are miles away.
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In this flat land,
Cold finally rushed by
The people run inside buildings and bunk up in cars
I walk with sandals and nose smelling the sharp edge
Of the senses
I politely decline their offers
I want this to last
The tingle of frost
The clarity of life being calm
The natural advancements
But the warmth of my destination
Dims the mind

Me and a large mass of other people share a common suffering.
It is not the unexpected and tragic loss of a close relative,
because I have yet to feel that absence.
The teeter totter of the community on one side and myself of the other is for once balanced.
The subject that makes us all cringe, or pop pills, squirt liquid in nostrils, coughing into ( Read more... )

I still want that feeling of winning.
To be looked at and told a sturdy congratulations, for all my effort.
But effort is not as appreciated as I would want it to be.
When I am only blessed with a single minuscule of a god send.

Sprouts of life,
The green of their veins,
Stretching and yawning.
To spot a woman.
Her hair unkept,
and shabby.
The sun rising on the lake.
The pulsing and rush,
Water massaging her feet.
To her brown knees,
She fell.
Her face was facing the sun,
And the person inside the womb,
turned to see.
The woman is desperate.
The person inside.
The sprout.
Is part of her ( Read more... )

Rain on the window,
Miniature explosions of sky,
gentally running down.
I'd want to be away from summer,
the sky open and exploding,
on my cheeks.
Crunch of leaves under my feet,
Is it obvious that I walk on this place
This place of summer.
Under the heat of a flame,
the flame boils the explosions,
on my cheeks,
on the leaves,
in this beautiful fall season.
I ( Read more... )

There once was a boy that was mute, he refused to learn from teachers. He had a mind, just an unknown boy walking home. Where was his mind? Where is his voice? Where is his life ( Read more... )

Almost all my ideas are from the inside of plastic curtains ( Read more... )