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 on: June 23, 2017, 07:35:15 AM 
Started by JohnnyV - Last post by JohnnyV
Beige, creamy, sweet, wet sip of perfect morning coffee. Ahh! Cigarette after then bang! Bang! Bang! Open up! Police! Police? What the fuck?!? Youíre under arrest. Handcuffs tight, squeezing my wrists, forcing my wristwatch to dig even farther into my skin. Why am I under arrest. Shut up! Hey man, these handcuffs are too tight. Tough shit, asshole. The backs of their two heads. Bad cop and bad cop. Detectives? Unmarked car? What the hell is going on? Driver cop turns left, no signal. Hey man, you just broke the law. Deadly eyes in rear view mirror stare at me. You didnít use your turn signal. Aren't  you supposed to set examples? Oh wait. Youíre above the law. Slide on vinyl seat, wrists burn, turn into station. LAPD no friend to me. Sit and sit in cell plain wood bench, cold grey concrete floor and walls. Why did she do it? How could she do it? And lying to the police. Saying I was dealing, reeling in the morning mists, fog, needles and knives of sun stabbing through the clouds, windshield wipers scraping worn out rubber streaking, groaning on glass, the morning dew, steaming dog pile of shit on the great green lawn at dawn.

 on: June 23, 2017, 07:22:32 AM 
Started by only1kay - Last post by only1kay
Its a morning in my silent bedroom,
I'm resting on a made bed after my morning run.
Pull of my shoes and watch them dance,
still energized by the pebble and rocks we dodged.
Alarm goes "bleep, bleep", on repeat, like a heart pumping
its matching my heart.
Telling me never to snooze again.
Digital wristwatch i snuck off in my sleep,
Hides under the bed sheets
I go on treasure hunt
I unpile the sheets.
The wristwatch is a awakened baby yelling
for the feed of my wrist,
and my finger button to sleep,
One push of a button to burp
and then its back to sleep.
With my laziness in its wake
I sigh, breath in deep, and start chopping out the
wrinkle of time to shower, eat, and move out the door

 on: June 23, 2017, 03:20:23 AM 
Started by Redhdgrly - Last post by Redhdgrly
shiny glass face, the hands of time ticking by, the narrow little strips of black keeping us on time, sweeping past the numbers on its face as the seconds, minutes, and hours tick by silently, the comfort of the watch letting us forget that it is there, but when we forget to where it we feel naked, we leave it on our nightstand oblivious to its presence until its on our wrist, an old term for the analog band around your wrist, the newer watches often are digital with a soft glow lighting up the numbers, the time told for us without using our brains to decipher the exact time indicated on our wrist, the tiny computers telling us so much information, steps taken, and even a substitute for when we are away from our phones or computers, the march of time doesn't slip past the humble wristwatch, bands of colors, or soft buttery leather with the faint scent of cowhide, industrial cold metal bands, or rubbery bands all flexible enough to encircle our wrists

 on: June 23, 2017, 03:10:02 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Used to know itís summer from the band on my wrist
The pale place where the sun did not shine
Most off the time, most of the time
Where the watch on my wrist had belonged.

Iíd always choose a wristwatch that was waterproof
To be able to time out the laps
But Iíd look for bigger numbers as I needed glasses
Big numbers and a watch thatís waterproof.

Now my wrist is even, there is no tan line
Now itís the the cell phone that tells me the time
No more fiddling with tiny springs to fix the wristband
No more turning up my arm reflexively.

The cell phone has big numbers, some are even waterproof
Though Iíll use the big clock by the pool
The sun will shine on my wrist while I mow the grass
Iíll be timeless till iced tea makes me cool.

Big numbers and ubiquity won it for the cell phone
Thereís no need now for a wristwatch
Just press on a button to show the sign in screen
Time and date jump out for all to see.

 on: June 23, 2017, 12:29:09 AM 
Started by Cheezus - Last post by Cheezus
Three ticks later, the hand moves in a sway
Beads of sweat not even felt, they stay where theyve been all day
She hides quietly smiling as she moves through the hall
With her all she pulls the next piece

Back to the glass palace, we must build here so we can replace -
Tuscan was the way her stomach burned,
Dry were the fruits of her tree as the time of the body churned
Why was the shoddy temple constructed in a way that cant be unlearned?
It leaves a lot to desire for an individuals, but no one will ever live long enough to realize themselves being a liar
One lifetime is long enough for the soul to bear

Time is a popped champagne bottle
Infinity is the foam, forever flowing into the bottomless black hole

Stretched out over a million years,

 on: June 22, 2017, 09:41:16 PM 
Started by AlohaAlex - Last post by AlohaAlex
She is a tornado of emotions, the air actually felt heavier as if the plain white popcorn ceiling above us is about to split open and start pouring.  I pull the lapels on my brown faded jacket as a reaction to her stare.   Cold and white, her eyes pierce through me avalanching the tears stuck behind my closed lids.   An aroma of sweet burnt coffee hovers on the stillness of her silence.  The thought of the bitter words I spilled onto the floors still coat the roof of my mouth,  my tongue nervously cleans.  She has all the right in the world to slap me, but the storm that builds inside her has left her frozen.     The rest of the world buzzes outside, color changing with the sun's shifting position.  Inside, our world will never be the same.

 on: June 22, 2017, 08:31:05 AM 
Started by only1kay - Last post by only1kay
Outside are wipes of wind clawing at the trees
A pale hum shakes the house
Window shutters clam up violently
The rooms are lite up by candle light
We cooperate with natures yelling match
So everyone is indoors,
not being regular,
not needing to eat,
not needing to drink,
Willing to starve as we ride the tornado that walks
along the corridor of streets
Clutching our throats with fear
 books are read to calm us
I horse around with thoughts of going missing
inside the wind
take of the walls and the roof
scoop me out of my bedding
spray my history along ways
Knowing I am missing i think about who
save today and the next day

 on: June 22, 2017, 08:16:05 AM 
Started by only1kay - Last post by only1kay
The hum of my phone shook the bed.
I'm laying down next to an empty space.
The love letter arrived at 1 am.
It knocked on the boards of my better wisdom
but i had to give it my attention.
My phone in the air I swipe at it
Address to me in bold were words that filled me
some filthy but i get the point.
I keep scrolling.

You must of been in a rain storm because
extra letters bleed out of the love words,
cut off the connecting ones
This love letter is a jump into what you love

 on: June 22, 2017, 07:48:18 AM 
Started by lauraz - Last post by lauraz
Furious winds howl at the shore bank as agitated waves hit the hard-edged stones. Groaning gulls glide low and circle above the water. Grey clouds hover low on the horizon blanketing the afternoon sky. Smash, whoosh, waves churn the blue water and push them higher and higher to the lakeshore drive. My car stalls. Smell of rank wet air and taste of incoming tide and doom. Bumper to bumper, cars stuck on the drive in the thick of the storm. Electric lightening cuts through the darkened sky and booming thunders thud the air. Heavy rain drum-tap the heavy metal of the roofs of cars.

 on: June 22, 2017, 03:49:12 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
The wall came down at the KFC
It came down all along one side
They heard about it later, those in the rectory
In the basement where they went to hide.

It tore up Charles Street scouring as it went
An F4, not an F5
It tore up Charles Street
The tornado that left most alive.

One died of a stroke from fear in his car
The fear of the wind and its might
The courthouse was spared and the church beside
Got a hole in the roof where the wind whipped inside.

The other side of Charles Street did not do so well
The papers of a thousand files
Of the attorneys that had offices there
Were plastered on the new plowed ground.

The LaPlata tornado, itís remembered still
You can still hear the stories of the day
The path of destruction, the places where they hid
The amazement at how everything had changed.

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