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Ten days until release from the compounds of this Hell.
Nine attempts so far given, escape the bell.
Eight more scars to be felt and seen.
Seven tries to be even less keen.
Six hours of life's empty noise.
Five new stances of poise.
Four beings are left.
Three still deft.
Two bled.
One -
Dead.
Nine attempts so far given, escape the bell.
Eight more scars to be felt and seen.
Seven tries to be even less keen.
Six hours of life's empty noise.
Five new stances of poise.
Four beings are left.
Three still deft.
Two bled.
One -
Dead.
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
La souris
La souris
Dès l'aube nos amis viennent
Leurs regards cherchant
Alentour,
Une photo à sauver de la crasse,
Un objet encore utilisable.
Ils viennent comme la mer
Envahissant chaque pièce.
Inlassablement,
Leur mains frottent les murs
comme si ce fut les leurs.
La boue n'épargne personne,
Les enfants y glissent pieds nus,
Jouant une minuscule patinoire.
Les meubles sont évacués,
Au jardin, vaste salon.
Dans une flaque noire
Une souris morte
Chacun se tait.
L'odeur de la mort
Ne s'oublie jamais.
L'eau douce carresse le sol
Emportant l'indicible.
Au fond,
Nettoyer c'est guérir,
Aprè
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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I don't wanna write, so here's something I wrote a month or two ago.
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I really enjoyed this
and it reminds me of And Then There Were None (the Ten Little Indians).
and it reminds me of And Then There Were None (the Ten Little Indians).