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and there's a lot of names
that i could mention but
i've already burnt my tongue
once today.
and those burns last so much longer
than sipping over-zealous coffee steam.
no, these burns last lifetimes
on top of memories
on top of antiquity and regret.
but hey, at least with a burnt tongue,
i won't be able to taste it.
at least
not until winter
when the heat dissipates
under frost,
and that burns a little differently.
and each time i forget
and every year
i layer these burns like plywood,
searing old scars
deeper into my skin
with every fresh coating,
not that you'd care,
'cause clearly
i don't need to tell you
that
i'd rather caffeinate myself
into caring less
than bite the bullet
and try again.
it's as if attempting to drive
in flint flurries and buffalo blizzards.
the way the snow rises to the top
like the elite, how i sink below
as if you've raised your foot
over my grounded body.
this silence pushes me under
and coats me like verglas,
and i can only see you through that.
but i never raise my voice.
for whatever reason,
i never raise my voice.
that i could mention but
i've already burnt my tongue
once today.
and those burns last so much longer
than sipping over-zealous coffee steam.
no, these burns last lifetimes
on top of memories
on top of antiquity and regret.
but hey, at least with a burnt tongue,
i won't be able to taste it.
at least
not until winter
when the heat dissipates
under frost,
and that burns a little differently.
and each time i forget
and every year
i layer these burns like plywood,
searing old scars
deeper into my skin
with every fresh coating,
not that you'd care,
'cause clearly
i don't need to tell you
that
i'd rather caffeinate myself
into caring less
than bite the bullet
and try again.
it's as if attempting to drive
in flint flurries and buffalo blizzards.
the way the snow rises to the top
like the elite, how i sink below
as if you've raised your foot
over my grounded body.
this silence pushes me under
and coats me like verglas,
and i can only see you through that.
but i never raise my voice.
for whatever reason,
i never raise my voice.
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
Somewhere in Time
In a fickle world, in a town that was forever reinventing itself, the shop was a constant. It had presided over the corner of Abbott Street and Lillian Lane for nearly a century and a half. There had been subtle changes, of course, but they were minimal compared to the upheaval that had taken place in the pastoral town around it. It was not, Kael realized, so pastoral anymore. He marvelled wistfully at the transformation as he drove through the outskirts towards the shop… where Lorelei would be waiting. She always was.
Where once there had been rolling meadows and farmland, now Kael sped past pool supply stores, fast food joints,
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I ended up doing a collaboration with the amazing chromeantennae pretty much by accident. As you do I left a comment on his piece apprehension and inadequacy that kind of looked slightly poem-ish, and then this just sort of happened, so go look at the comments on that poem and you can see how this little piece came into being But I'm not going to complain about my first collaboration being with such a stunning writer
Also, I think Ricky might be psychic.
If you fave my version, please go fave his too!
raising cup over voice
Also, I think Ricky might be psychic.
If you fave my version, please go fave his too!
raising cup over voice
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and there's a lot of names
that i could mention but
i've already burnt my tongue
once today.
and
the way the snow rises to the top
like the elite, how i sink below
as if you've raised your foot
over my grounded body.
Nice work, you two!
that i could mention but
i've already burnt my tongue
once today.
and
the way the snow rises to the top
like the elite, how i sink below
as if you've raised your foot
over my grounded body.
Nice work, you two!