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By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Un-nameable Thing
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The fairies in hardhats begin their performance. A structured dance based on design. Rugged in nature, but not without exquisite skill. Their archaic creatures chomp and stamp the earth transforming the landscape. A fairy, the puppeteer of each beast. Until, no longer a desert devoid of visible culture and inhabitants. The old tenants now traded up for new ones. The fairies in hardhats carving and forging a new world. until at last a structure stands manifested from the inticate dance.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Fiction
Memoir of a Wall
"If walls could talk", the woman wrapped in a beach towel said while sitting and brushing the sand from her toes. She must be referring to the frisky teenagers picnicking during sunset on the beach. I've seen this countless times over the course of my existence. It's barely worth mentioning any more. Acts of love and affection, I can kindly overlook or look the other way. Its acts of aggression, war, or heartaches that I wish I wasn't privy to. It wouldn't be long before the waves would be lapping to where the woman was sitting now. I'd be gargling salt water in some hours from now. Delicate white foam would be my midnight early morning lather. While the ocean mirrors the sky, as if reversed and lending clouds to the earth. While it dazzles in sheer silver and diamonds. I have the best view 365 days a year.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Fiction
People of the Jubilee
Life and I are at an impasse Reconciling other peoples fares Turning jubilance to nothing but a jubilee Presence just attendance Smiles participation While reality resembling the served beast The berries make it sweet As the dance acts as fodder for our time march, keeping it lively Disrupting everydays robotic mutiny A silent standoff for all involved Unaware of those hanging in the balance Only thing sweeter than the berries is ignorance of the happy Laughing in the faces of all under the tree of knowledge Left the morsels of small acts Consumed as gratitude Passed around until all have had a taste Thanking god we were invited to this place
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
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