I was wanting
something harder;
than that which lies within
the primitive dark
and deeper;
I was wanting
something heavier;
to sink beneath your skin
but seconds ticked by,
violent eternities died;
When I faltered,
you looked away
and I said
nothing.
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Tonya R. Moore
Jamaican writer & editor. Half-baked poet.
I write about dark stuff and star stuff.
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The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato4 days ago in Fiction
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Oh, it feels like you just needed to reach out.
Nice piece♥️💯😉👍📝
This was so heartbreaking. Loved your poem! Very well done!