Tag Archives: #contemporarylit

Tangibility

For all lost

There is

Usually

Something

On the

Other side

~○~

Something

Sometimes

Tangible

Sometimes

Intangible

~○~

We don’t believe

In lessons

Learned

Nor that 

Everything

Happens

For a reason

Fate can

Feel

Like

Correlation

But

Everything’s

A fever

~○~

Of things

Of possibility

Nothing is

Guaranteed

We make

Poems

Stories

Multiverses

To hold

Compelling

need

~○~

Transmitted

At a

Void friend’s

Comforting

Door

Lines

Filling

Page

Gage

Of the

Inevitable

~○~

Corporeality

Making

Things

Possible

Impossible

In the

Goings of

The bone machine

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Return

Scathed we go

Along our ways

Nursing wounds

Our hurts

Others’ pains

Following

The imperative

Of existence

Sometimes

Despite ourselves

In the bones

Of things

Remembering

All the things

Letting go

Enough to

Know

New things

New pains

New joys

All the things

Change

We become

& unscathed

Return

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For Your Daily Word Prompt: scathe


scathe

[ skeyth ]   

verb (used with object), scathed, scath·ing.

to attack with severe criticism.

to hurt, harm, or injure, as by scorching.

noun

hurt, harm, or injury.


https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/scathe


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Embroidering

Things

Designed to

Break you

Make you

Stitch yourself

Back together

Again

Embroidering

scars

Needle

& thread

Stitching

Self

Together

Again

Mending

Places

Never

Known

To

Anyone

Only you

Tying

Knots

At the end

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Of entropy

The things you remember at the end of the day. Who you are. Who you’re not. 

Sending signal

All that we say

Texting

Texting

Things

About

Moments

Perhaps

A modicum

Of safety

Somewhere

Maybe

Out there

The kindles

Of the planets’

Cores

Are restless

Still they

Have patience

With us

What about

The fortune

Of entropy

It makes

Extropy

Possible

I read a poem

About

The possible

& now I can’t

Stop thinking

About

Possibility

The concept of it.

Even silence

Wants more

Silence

The things you remember at the end of the day. Who you are. Who you’re not. 

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Orchestra

The life of ideas

Ideology

Inculcated

Things

Made up

Of us

All that we

Believed

Maybe not

So real to you

As it was to me

That must have

Been hard

Even though

It’s not

But who am I

To say

I suppose

Your world

Is make

Believe

Mine is

Stark

Sometimes

Sometimes It’s a […]

Orchestra

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Under crescent moon

from indigo sky. under crescent moon. time passes. never. is neither short enough nor long enough. ever. you have been small. forever. you have been big. forever. you have reached into the past for the sake of the future. you plant the hurts and the joys. you watch them grow. sometimes you look away and […]

Under crescent moon

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Today

Today

I feel

A lot

Of things

Too many

To say

Here

I write it

Anyway

~○~

Dreams

Of future

& thoughts

Of now

Grief

Is not

A line

We know

~○~

Feeling is

Marked in time

~○~

Not a day goes by

Where to be

Or to not be

Isn’t a question

~○~

Oh survival

Our opinion is

You’re a

Temporary

&

Welcome

Guest

Each day

We go to make

& to re-make

Ourselves

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For Your Daily Word Prompt: opinion


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Telephone

Photo by Mike Meyers from Unsplash

You didn’t call

To say

You didn’t

Mean it

Anyway

Some wishes

Weren’t meant

For day

We hope them

Anyway

I called to you

You turned away

With my soft heart

Why did you play?

I fade

Telephone

Ringing

I say…

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For the sammiscribbles weekend prompt ‘call’ (41 words)

A/void: revised

Photos by Samphan Korwong from Pexels

We are like ghosts

Churning ourselves out

Instead of to butter

To vapour

Holding to our

Telephones

For life

Here we live

Sending ourselves

Machines

Our houses

From robots

Androids

Time cards

A\void

Work goes

Tick tock

Nothing stops

& we don’t want it to

For the time is now

Resting

To persist

To resist

Singing

Signals

Singularly

Heart sent

Love

React

Meant

Messages to avoid the void

Messengers to upload the void

The universe fills itself with itself

& so we are reborn

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