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the dust never settles
in these
streets,
always drifting, shifting;
scattered by the wind
searching for a place
to call
home.
in these
streets,
always drifting, shifting;
scattered by the wind
searching for a place
to call
home.
Literature
Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
Literature
New Years
New Years
Hopeful resolutions
Optimistic thoughts
Maybe this is the year when things get better
Maybe this year will be ok
Maybe this year will let us breathe
Old hurts
Open wounds
Scars from the year just past
Maybe this year they can heal
Maybe his year they will finally seal
Maybe this year it won’t hurt so much
But most likely not
Surrounded by friends and family
Good food
A pounding bass
A sparkling room
Lights off
Sitting alone
An oppressive silence
Darkness fills the room
The clock strikes twelve
People hug
Kiss
Smile
Eyes lit up with hope and joy as fireworks light up the sky
They sit in silence
Or lay in a restless sleep
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Literature
Hearsay.
He said.
She said.
I didn't.
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uncreative name i'm sorry ;-;
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