Dada? Poetry? mother
throw grammar out the window - dada poetry
Colors nothing, "who you telling"
Sushi from sky, not sea!
Woman? She blue
robot 3022
Lines go that way and this way
Clown huh? Go play
Days not passed
You too fast
Eyes blink the way lashes swim
Black goo itchy
Left lipstick by the door
Put that down don't need no more
Who says!
I’m hungry feed me
don't need to say please
Tomorrow, what is tomorrow
Smile raw...smile raw
Woman? She yellow now.
Okay yall smile now!
The camera clicks twice
But the littles keep movin'
Be Still My Child
For I am With you every day of your life
About the Creator
Desiray J
I love words, and how powerful they are even when we don’t know what to say. They speak for us.
Happy to be here.
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Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
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