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More random favorites I've found by ahley, journal
More random favorites I've found
A few favourites I found that I thought I'd share...
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Daily Trends 6: In the Grass and Reeds by TEMPERATE-SAGE, journal
Daily Trends 6: In the Grass and Reeds
Another Daily Trends where I find something in my inbox that catches my eye multiple times and collect it for you here. =)
Today's theme is images taken at reed, shrub, or grass level. I have always found something magical about being eye level or lower with flora. It makes the world feel small and new.
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Untitled by CinnamonDreamy, literature
Literature
Untitled
There is no title for this poem
No title at all
I don't care about what you say
Because this is MY poem, not yours
What? You want a title?
Well, Untitled will be its name
Because I really don't have other ideas, you see
I'm not smart, and for a poet that is such a shame
I know I don't make sense
But honestly, I never do
I can tell you that I saw a kangaroo in pants
He went, "Moo!"
So I'm just going to name this poem Untitled
Are you okay with that?
Because your face looks screwed up and unhappy
Just like a woman gone mad
What? You're not happy with it?
I knew it, I knew it all along
But really, this poem doesn't deserve a t
Tangled Whispers by Samatsu, literature
Literature
Tangled Whispers
Like a breath of fresh air
I die as the wind blows this way.
My thoughts crumble to dust
In the wake of the heavy doubts
I'm still carrying onwards and on.
Watch my echo as it shifts
From existence to simple fantasy.
I'm standing between the lines
That I made with my own hands-
The same hands holding the chips.
We realise our fruitful gains
Once we lose them in foolery.
Betting away myself to her greed
Has left me with only one coin,
Playing truancy with eager eyes.
The penny drops and cracks;
I spill from the inside out,
Flowing down the ruptured rocks
With what little self pouring
From all I have left in my footsteps.
