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The plastic bags
Like strange wild birds
Flock around the city
Flapping
Down the street
Picking
At the garbage
And over there
One sits
In a tree
Or should I say trapped?
It struggles
Frantically to get free
One hops
Across the railway tracks
Picking among the cigarette butts
Too fat and lazy to move
It’s shredded
Killed by the rattling wheels
The plastic bags
Like strange wild birds
Flock around the city
Every year
They multiply
It’s too late now
For pesticide
Like strange wild birds
Flock around the city
Flapping
Down the street
Picking
At the garbage
And over there
One sits
In a tree
Or should I say trapped?
It struggles
Frantically to get free
One hops
Across the railway tracks
Picking among the cigarette butts
Too fat and lazy to move
It’s shredded
Killed by the rattling wheels
The plastic bags
Like strange wild birds
Flock around the city
Every year
They multiply
It’s too late now
For pesticide
Literature
clay
cowardice runs deep, like a rich vein of red
through the bottom of a Colorado river.
so I gathered that clay, scooped it up in my hands
and packed it, carefully, over my face
until it covered every inch; and my lidded eyes
were merely dents in the thick tan façade.
this was cleaner
than the traditional, Oedipal method
of blinding oneself.
alone, the clay
was not enough. I stayed inside
the house, too, under cover of a sturdy blue roof
that cordoned the horizon –
because out here there is too much sky
to hide from.
and I ignored the phantoms
still flitting in my ears,
because they spoke of the kind of roses
Literature
we were warned
I have written this story two thousand and six times,
never perfect, only half-truths that make me want to
hide inside boat engines and hum.
There is a fish hook in my left eye,
trying to be a simile, but not quite as loud as the SOS
calls I have coming out,
all over.
I am not supposed to smoke cigarettes anymore,
or kiss you on the lips
on the street.
But hey, what the hell!
I do it anyway
because we’re always hungry at the same time
as each other. One hour apart. I think it’s a lighthouse signal
we both missed because we’ve been hanging from these cliffs
with cut feet for six weeks and I want to save you but
Literature
Habits
I've been picking up bad habits. They're everywhere.
I find them on the ground sometimes. I think people drop habits a lot, because I check the same places plenty of times, and there's always something new. At the laundromat alone, I've picked up smoking, nail-biting, and staring, all in the course of a single week. That's not to say it isn't worth trying new spots now and then, though. Once, by the side of the road, I found nose-picking out of sheer dumb luck.
The subway is another hot spot. You got to be willing to sort through them, though. It's easy to find fidgeting or breathing with your mouth open; that's common stuff. If you
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NB: it has some indenting but some how that didn't turn out, oh well.
Originally a chunk of prose but I decided to try submitting it as abstract poetry. Feedback would be nice.
Inspired by the little plastic bag that got caught under the train; and it's friend - the one caught in a tree. I was coming home from school and i had my writing book with me so i detoured to the park sat on the swing and wrote this down.
I encourage you to tell me about your own interpretation of this poem, but if you are curious to hear about what i came up with here is my analysis: [link]
thanks to ~TheWaywardProject for really making me think about what i had written.
Originally a chunk of prose but I decided to try submitting it as abstract poetry. Feedback would be nice.
Inspired by the little plastic bag that got caught under the train; and it's friend - the one caught in a tree. I was coming home from school and i had my writing book with me so i detoured to the park sat on the swing and wrote this down.
I encourage you to tell me about your own interpretation of this poem, but if you are curious to hear about what i came up with here is my analysis: [link]
thanks to ~TheWaywardProject for really making me think about what i had written.
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hi!!! nice wrk 
if you don't mind can you tell me a little about deviant art functioning ?
do u get to publish your wrk under your own user name or do you have to write under some heads?
n one more thing a thing which i am feeling a little awkward to ask but is this writing xclusively your own work? bcz i have come across some blog which had used it n on asking the person says that its originally written by him on deviant art also
if you don't mind can you tell me a little about deviant art functioning ?
do u get to publish your wrk under your own user name or do you have to write under some heads?
n one more thing a thing which i am feeling a little awkward to ask but is this writing xclusively your own work? bcz i have come across some blog which had used it n on asking the person says that its originally written by him on deviant art also