Is this what we call bittersweet?
Relief from the scorching summer heat
Unease for the crops and weed
Rejoicing the season of romance
Or welcoming the slur of global warming…
1 hour, 48 minutes ago
The voices are all dead,
All my head now remembers is the statistics.
A couple of likes,
A march through conspicuous obsession, 89 more words
3 hours, 4 minutes ago
Be meek they said.
I nodded my head.
Prevailed through the day like a walking dead.
My identity shoved inside a shredder,
As I filled cups with the evening chai. 113 more words
4 hours, 28 minutes ago
A rising wall,
Only to fall.
And my child,
Turned to flee.
While arms pulled me back,
And I watched the tempest drench him, 62 more words
6 hours, 11 minutes ago
the drain is open
and it is all
my shower door
and he’s made
French toast for
“come on baby, it’s… 45 more words
6 hours, 15 minutes ago
Film 75 /
Little dots of light dance in front of him, like the stars that hang above him. Too tired to lift his head. Instead he looked ahead. 75 more words
11 hours, 8 minutes ago
Misusing culture and religion as weapons, misleading the people less head strong.
Exploiting those more gullible,
one more bullet foe the gun.
The old judge the young for making their own foot steps to follow, 137 more words
15 hours, 53 minutes ago