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Shitty Poetry from 2008BLACKBERRIES LIKE TO STATE THE OBVIOUSShitty Poetry from 2008
The crated cargo of a derelict yawns with sea-sickness a single tomato nested in blackberries shrinks from the rain. Little doubt-splinters have wormed down to its meat its split livery quivers as each raindrop coaxes at its seedy pith. "Oh wicker cage, close yourself-" the blackberries' earnest plea.
"Tomato does not want to burst."
The rain falls unrelenting, every drop of honeyed hope
sears her open skin, and still she wants to be drenched. Which of its drops are the more harmful of
by ~Felca
Pipe BombsI. Concerning the Placement of Pipe BombsPipe Bombs
Driving down I-25,
eyes flick up to a towering billboard CALL 1 800 395 HELP tick-tick and the world knows I am switching into the right lane. I see my exit coming up.
PREGNANT AND SCARED,
they can't just flick-tick-tick their blinkers on and take the next exit
So for those people in the solid-line lanes, there are hotlines. (And borderlines, syndrome-mines, praying-for-a-signs)
I've been on my small road for some time now, highway sign left far be
by ~Felca
KiotaI’m not sure if I should even be here. I didn’t know her as well as any of you. I just have to get this off my chest.Kiota
I just wanted her to like me—I knew she found it hard to trust people, and I wanted to be someone she could depend on. Maybe that’s not really true. Too saintly of me. She was the sort of enigma that prompts much self-primping if you can fool yourself into thinking you understand it. I just wanted her to like me for the sake of it. So when she seemed to respond to my offer to come over and help out with her photography—when an actual reaction graced our long silences on the phone
by ~Felca
Harmony--FinalYEAR 2021 (AGE 29)Harmony--Final
I can’t say if today is one of my Good Running Days, as my coach calls them. Because I cannot know for sure, I am stricken with restlessness. I tremble so much that the rubbery grit on the track jumps and somersaults about my fingers. Around me, I can sense tension festering in every speck of perspiration on the skin of my competitors. I have been told that it is an unnerving experience, to be bent double, poised at the starting line, while the announcers yell your name across the echoing stadium. I do not know. I have never had very good hearing.
I dash up the track, taking the le
by ~Felca
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