your eyes avoid my face
my face avoids your averted gaze
why should i apologise
by TONY SINGLE
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Tag Archives: Poetry
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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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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enûma eliš (when on high)
sorrow is not forever
whenever hope gains a foothold
give me your hand, dear
and leave these burial fields behind
we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we
the lustre in our eyes
we’re spinning dreams in our sleep
look to my eyes, dear
we’ll move the world in our wake
we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we
let’s shrug off our draconian veils
let these settle in the dust at their feet
lay your brow to mine, dear
in a nest full of golden eggshells
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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