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Swing and a miss with kisses. But I'll twist you with fist in tempests. Call it a threat, or a warning, but drink this: We are the storms, not the chasers. So let's switch up the speed dive head first into a brave new world. Like an Isekai plot: your uniqueness wins the day, saves the night, and the girl. Hold tight to your heart, your mind, your wishes. The plot thickens and the story's unfurled. Save the dragon from the evil princes. Save the kingdom, the princess, and toes get curled. With a wink, nod, a wave. Run barefoot through the night Just a ghost through the mists and the graves. No white night coming, gleaming bright, but a phantom with ice in the veins. Unless it's behind curtains, I haven't begun to peak. O ABBA, blood types and dancing queens! I'm a language you don't speak! Read the verse all you like, can you see what it means?! Catch me like you catch your breath I'll fill you up, and give you life! Meditate, count the breaths and steps, We'll be at this all

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Flow and code by WallyXXX, literature

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Flow and code

Cycles by MozartsNemesis, literature

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Cycles

I recently read an article that explained how an electron chooses what form to take only when it is observed. Thus we create what we observe. If this is true, then we are gods killing gods in alleys and I wonder if Zeus ever survived a drive-by and if so did he have the wherewithal to fire back with lightning or bullets and either way leave a body smoking? I wonder if Daedalus envisioned 'bangers rolling dice in the corners of his labyrinth while poor families starved a couple of blocks over but can't be seen because the walls are too high. A place where everyone worships a neon Minotaur, heads bowed, never noticing how they walk in ci

'87 Chevy by MozartsNemesis, literature

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'87 Chevy

I have taken this earthen vessel, this highly-tuned flesh and blood impossibility and ran it ragged as a rental car. The gas pedal sticks to the floor, brake dangling uselessly underfoot because I have never known when to stop only how to bailout when it gets too fast, tuck and roll and hope to come up only bruised instead of broken. The clutch is worn out from all the times I've changed directions with no warning and some days I wish I could poke my head under the hood of my life, twist bolts that haven't met a wrench and come away with a better understanding of how my engine works. The only thing I've learned from taking things apa

momentary. by PolarAnemone, literature

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momentary.

✦ ✦ ✦ I am the sparks from a lost connection, impulse on wires seeking a listener; an unheard reply, silenced and aimless, speeding in no apparent direction. I can't stay afire - but before I'm smothered by cold rooftop winds, I'll snap underneath the talons of ravens, make them descent and watch their arched wings spiral in turbulences. ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱ ╱

Summer afternoons by Handapi, literature

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Summer afternoons

On summer afternoons the telephone wires glow in the sun like fire Shadows of tree branches lie against our white shingles Children shout in the street The air is warm the grass is green we will never die Then an unease comes in the blue air Between the words we hear a silence In the shadows we see flickering glares It is as though something is about to happen Something we ought to know if only we could remember

lonely by brokenfragilethings, literature

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lonely

figure 1 . — ISOLATION . a girl screams into a sea of people who love her, but nobody turns nobody looks nobody listens a girl screams into a sea of people, but they don't really love her a girl screams into a sea, the sea, a girl screams into a girl and thinks it is the same thing. figure 2. — GRIEF . sometimes, i think i am a ro

105 by AfterTheNonSequitur, literature

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105

I see flashes of who we were, are, could have been As though reflected in the windows of passing metro trains. You cannot tell me you love me in your own language, a language too serious for people like us, but I see it in your every movement. I am not so reticent. I take my heart from my sleeve and pin it to yours. Chasms pass between us, and doubts circle like wolves, and we build our bridges and we light our fires, but I would consume the moon if it meant you would howl only for me. Why are we here? My love?

Such Beautiful Wings by inkedacrylic, literature

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Such Beautiful Wings

The sun never sets in Bool. Nor does it rise. The sky is painted in perpetual twilight, all blushing and bruised, and here the air always smells of petrichor. Children never seem to find the way in; their unprepared hearts divert them, and draw them into the darkness – into lands full of frightening things – until their fears return them to their proper beds, if they survive out there at all. Only grown-ups will see the path that leads to this place, and even then, only they can pass through the gate unhindered. I know this, because I am one of them. I have been absent from this land for months, but the thought does not distr

Magpie by TheLunaLily, literature

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Magpie

I am a magpie building a nest on the rotten apple-core branch of a vine-choked tree: constructing a castle with deft theft from stranger's love letters; from stained windows; broken irreverently by boys throwing stones; and decorated with rusty watch faces that remind me of little old men, but never of time. It is a curious structure, woven together with care and caution tape, the halls decked with heartstrings that I held on too tightly, that I pulled with a bit too much zeal. I am taking my sweet time with this domicile of

untitled by CortneyNocturnal, literature

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untitled

in the dream I stand on the tracks illuminated by a light that grows exponentially brighter, closer I realize this means train this means run But I cannot move and so I blink and blink until I am elsewhere the side of a Texan highway this time a log truck crashing towards me there is no escaping this need to escape I am forced to be okay with living in a world where apologies are withheld & everything goes on as if nothing has gone on I still wake with my hand between my legs, guarding, my fingers a chain-link fence that keeps nothing out this time, my lover wakes me caressing and I cry out in pleasure, I cry until I am just crying tea

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