your eyes avoid my face
my face avoids your averted gaze
why should i apologise
by TONY SINGLE
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Author Archives: Tony Single
GUEST POST // After Goodbye by SonOfDewangan
Two winters have already passed by
Two whole years without sadness, without joy.
The memories are still alive & fresh in my mind
Not alone, but still lonely most of the time.
Imagine a world where the past was different
Where we wouldn’t hurt each other
Our suns shone alone on different skies
Where our tears still rolled out
But not through each others’ eyes
A butterfly passes me by,
wings carrying storms of your place.
Sunlight reflects on its wings.
As if a long forgotten melody it sings
Carry on, as if it doesn’t matter.
We have been long alone together
Carry on, it doesn’t really change.
The fact that our lives we live are strange.
Carry on, Carry on till the piper plays.
Carry on, till the our paths cross again.
by SONOFDEWANGAN
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SPAM® Sushi #16
This relationship is a therapeutic one, quite than a 236 purely musical one, though the end product might be heard as artform. The compression occasion should grab half of the run and should be unruffled, not jerky.
— Gunockkeync
When Tony needs some therapy, he slams on some heavy metal and fills his gob with jerky. When Tati needs some therapy, she squeezes Tony’s jerky until he squeals. His squeal is quite musical, and can be thought of as a bold new artform. And then they sneeze 236 times.
— Tati & Tony (Two Unruffled Partakers of Absolute Poppycock)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Open-Source Poetry Five #3 (Final)
Hey-ho!
This went a lot quicker than we expected… like a sleigh out of hell that careened across the sky in flames. Even baby Jesus himself is reeling!
Our Dearest Readers, because we didn’t receive any contributions for our last installment of Open Source Poetry, we feel it’s time to finish it. Yes, you have spoken and we have listened.
We have fashioned an ending of sorts and—as promised—we’ve mailed it to Santa. We’re dying to see his response…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA, TONY SINGLE & SONOFDEWANGAN
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