Survive

You feel it in the air sometimes

lingering

in its repetition

In its own rendition

of the sound

made by

swarms

of bees

Buzzing

In hives

that Survive

the strands

of time

In time

Still stinging

and ringing

In metaphorical ears

that even after

all these years

Still

kinda

sound the same

Still

kinda

feel the same

Maybe slightly kinder

to ears

less fragile

after years

of buzzing

But the stings

never heal

No,

those ones stay

Those ones

linger

Morphing into

what we try

to be

Those ones

become

our own rendition

of the bee

that once stung

And maybe that’s all we ever really needed

maybe that’s our buzz

 

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Constellations

the constellations disappear

behind backdrops

of raindrops

and tranquility

As raindrops

of light drop

fleetingly

into an infinity

of darkness

In patches

that patch

us

together

;

As drops of tranquility

pour amongst patches

of darkness

in patches

of our own infinity

,

as constellations appear.

 

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Adrift

Chests congested

by the repercussions

of actions

rather taken

back

As stacks,

racks

and blankets

of past events

blanket

shivering

skin

Lingering

in their obscurity

Reminding us

of their solidity

;

Leaving us Adrift.

Amongst bumps

we call goosebumps

:

Shivering.

 

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Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

You let yourself in.

You

Walked through doors

and floors

Covered by a myriad of flaws

we never bothered to look at

,

You

Placed your self

On internal shelves

I never wanted

to reach

,

You

Barricaded your self

On levels which

were never warranted

,

You

Collected dust

in bursts

Dispersed

across the worst

Outbursts

never previously rehearsed

,

You

Went through phases

we called faces

In vases

always held

until they fell apart

;

But

,

You

Were never let in,

You

Never bothered to look at.

You

Never wanted to reach,

You

Were never warranted,

You

Never previously rehearsed,

You

Were always held.

Until

You fell apart.

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Collaboration

We watched as random turned into linear.

As we realized

that we could never loom

together chemistry

or see

what loomed behind

the walls and blinds

that bound us together,

As we realized that echoes

and shadows

are only reflections

of ourselves

:

Shadows we tried to set light on.

But reflections

are reiterations

that never truly disappear.

they loom behind

walls and blinds

:

Blinding us

in their chemistry.

 

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Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Collaboration

Sanity

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It was an afternoon.

As we found ourselves

sitting in rooms

silenced by those

who seek sanity

and their own silence

,

By those

who seek

more

,

Partially empty.

devoid

from voids

of temporary

interactions

as silence

gave in to

bounds

of sound

as it began

to feel

like the

seals

were finally peeling

o

f

f

;

But

we should have

known better

,

Tethering

on the precipice

of sound

isn’t really

escaping silence

,

All it ever does

is seal

u

s

in it

,

No matter how much we try to peel it off.

 

 

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Hang

Fingers slipped

towards

remains

We somehow

began

letting go

of

Giving

semblances

of maybes

and hope

We somehow

always

wanted to

hang on to.

 

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