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Tag: concrete poetry
Sleepless
I lay awake on top of my covers
because I can’t handle the sheet
on my
skin. Through My head is screaming
the still almost as loud as my thinking, letting each
air of my room heart. noticeable paint flaw
silence My ceiling: accompany
ensues. Blank, my more
It’s silent, but I am still struggling boring, negligible. Yet frantic thoughts.
It’s to slip into deep unconsciousness. here I am, still staring, a decent compromise.
Red Rhythm
keep the red coming until the lastd dr ri op pfalls from the emerald bottle intomy glass and a buzz is hummingthrough my veins and movingme to the beat of this godawful music I can’teven drunkenlypretendtoknowthewordsto.Myeyeslockwithyoursoverthe brim of my glassand as we dance… the music grows on me.Pawn
PawnManipulated.Easily captured.Often deemedtheweakest. Insignificant.Or so it may seemwhen it is soeffortlesslyannihilatedby all of theother strongerpieces and evenstronger still, the handthat displaces one without muchof a second thought, because it is onlya pawn after all. There are plenty othersall across the board, equally as easy to displace asthe last. But an important rule the pawn must alwaysfollow is that it is only allowed to move forward.Never backward. And it does so one square inch ata time. Continuously moving forward until: checkmate.