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When the bus stopped
I looked out over
green fields of barley
and suddenly felt like running
my hands
through the ears.
But I remained in my seat
leaving a memory
waving at the stop
knowing it would be
wading through emerald waves
without me.
I looked out over
green fields of barley
and suddenly felt like running
my hands
through the ears.
But I remained in my seat
leaving a memory
waving at the stop
knowing it would be
wading through emerald waves
without me.
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
Literature
Hie Hence
Hie hence, lest ye be dispatched.
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Have you ever felt like you only have a split second to choose, and then when that moment is over you regret your choice? Not because it was particularly bad, but because you didn't take that chance, whatever it was. Maybe there was no chance to begin with. But somehow, it feels as if you're going to be missing a memory later in life.
Life is full of opportunities, but no two are exactly the same, and that's the point.
Number 10 in my 101 poems collection. I said that I would celebrate when that happened, but I don't consider Tears to be done with yet, plus I don't know how to celebrate it.
Gimme some party tips will ya while I polish Tears into perfection?
Edit: Tried my hand at a little punctuation and revision. Any preferences? I feel like both of them have their strong points.
Edit 2: Finally settled on the second version with the punctuation. Thank you everybody for helping me with this!
Life is full of opportunities, but no two are exactly the same, and that's the point.
Number 10 in my 101 poems collection. I said that I would celebrate when that happened, but I don't consider Tears to be done with yet, plus I don't know how to celebrate it.
Gimme some party tips will ya while I polish Tears into perfection?
Edit: Tried my hand at a little punctuation and revision. Any preferences? I feel like both of them have their strong points.
Edit 2: Finally settled on the second version with the punctuation. Thank you everybody for helping me with this!
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#2, absolutely.