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PICK POCKETING VOICESWhat had stolen you?PICK POCKETING VOICES by MIZZTOLLY
You stood bones locked for three dreadful hours,
each second collapsing onto the next.
static...wearing swollen veins upon clenched fingers.
At times you did sway slightly
only enough to allow your shadow to creak,
before it stained the floor with its fleeting void.
If you settled any stiller they would pronounce you dead!
We gathered around you
tossing terribly empty ideas
as to what had trapped you
in such an unnerving stance
I piped up, shrilling against their noise;
"An invisible force!"
They fell silent then murmured amongst themselves
in some form or another "That's simply absurd!"
I know what had stolen you,
deserted you sheet white,
took your will and your tongue
fleeing into the night.
you couldn't speak for yourself
leaving fools to ruined you
while it voiced its banter into stark night
all you can manage is a booming silence
all it can manage are whispered roars
Break from Social MediaI've got to take a break from the virtual world.Break from Social Media by Everlasting90
I need to give my eyes rest from shameful distractions.
I get a headache from reading the news and gossip.
The constant arguing, shaming,assuming, and complaining is so trite.
I am tired of the internal fight with the indulger and restrainer.
I've got to take a break. It probably won't get any better.
Calypso's CurseCalypso's Curse by Everlasting90
You will drown in the ocean
of the tears you produced from me.
It will be hard to keep upon the surface.
You will be lost forever in the Deep.
Soldiers in the rainI watch the rain fall; like tiny waterfalls down my window.Soldiers in the rain by Leira15
I think to myself how far they must travel, like tiny soldiers coming home from a battle.
Their tired trails leak down before my eye, it's so beautiful I almost cry.
I wonder what happens when they reach the ground; those poor tiny soldiers are never found.
Soak up be the wet and hungry ground to start the cycle again, round and around.
Those poor tiny soldiers are sucked up so quickly: they barley have time to put up a fight. I think how afraid I would be if I were them, now I start to cry; for real this time.
Now I know how they feel, as I watch my own rain fall down from my eyes, like the tiny waterfalls that are happening outside.