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 on: October 18, 2017, 05:32:36 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Shining in the spotlight, the audience clap and cheer.
The sycophants rejoice with the winner of the year.
Standing at the podium with another cliche speech
ĎThank you to everyone who helped, I wish I had one for each
And every person who slaved away and sacrificed their sleep.
Instead just take my gratitude as my pockets arenít that deep.í
He stands their with his trophy and a very handsome cheque
His colleagues all applaud him whilst they mask all their regret
That they didnít take the credit and they didnít get the fame
They didnít get rewarded for all the months of pain.
They go home empty handed for yet another year.
And they think about their hopes and dreams
As they nurse another beer.

 on: October 18, 2017, 04:18:14 AM 
Started by aerispaha - Last post by aerispaha
the cold water blasted into my ear canals as I dove into the green, foamy waves.  pace yourself, I told myself as i felt my arms paddle around my body, splashing into the western edge of the channel.  i could hear my lungs fill to capacity with each pull of my diaphragm.  everything sounds ominous in the water  - darth vader, my own bodily functions.  Salt, trying to penetrate my lips, my skin - if only I were sitting at my breakfast table with a fresh tomato in front of meÖ that salt would taste so much better.  Youíve got this my team called out from the boat trailing me.  good day for a trophy. 

 on: October 17, 2017, 05:28:03 PM 
Started by Higgs88 - Last post by Higgs88
Perched upon a branch in the mango tree, bare feet arched like hands over the chalky boughs. Rope scratchy in my freckled fingers. I block out the fear and jump, swinging down, weightless... I come to, dirt pushed against my face. Dog barking, licking me with her sticky tongue. Ears ringing I try to stand. Can't. Broken rope lying there with it's frayed end next to my Broken foot. Twisted toes like abstract art, unnatural and swollen. Air escapes me in panicky bursts. The humidity is heavy. Painkillers and lying on the floor of the car, I don't know how far we've driven. The window is streaked and it bothers me---       

 on: October 17, 2017, 01:11:49 PM 
Started by oohl90 - Last post by oohl90
10/17/2017 - Root

My fingers spread wide and reach into the damp soil. Clenching the sandy moisture like clay. Planting roots like anchors in order to ground my soul and spirit to the here and now. Pungent birch and pine aromas remind me of Christmas vacation. Sucking on sticky peppermint candies while standing a tall tree up inside the house. What a display of mankindís unwillingness to let nature thrive; free and wild. I push my fingertips deeper into the spongy earth, searching for some kind of answer, some kind of reason I can only hope to hold onto. Closing my eyes, my perspective is lost to a deep darkness billowing from my mind. There was a time when joy lived upstairs and would come down for breakfast every few days but now the loud barking dog of anxiety rules this house and scares everyone off. My hands amble on, digging, past bugs and sediment searching for fossils that bear the answer to the question that has consumed my kind for all of our existence.

 on: October 17, 2017, 06:37:03 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Crunch of carrot, mash of potato
The slice of ginger burning
Fruit of root, the hidden things
Earth lays still upon them.

All we eat comes from roots
Except perhaps the seafood
Though mussels will bind themselves
To rock with tough black meshing.

The rocks themselves yield to roots
Crushing in a pavement
The hardwood trees have harder roots
That crumble stones around them.

Poison the earth with herbicide
Spray out glyphosate
Kill the roots down in the ground
The earth comes back resurgent.

The earth knows roots and permits them
Permits even their crushing
The poison only bounces back
To mark the blessed poisoner.

 on: October 17, 2017, 06:24:25 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
The tide returns in reach of wave
Creaming up the sand
Specks of seaweed slide in the foam
That drags the flecks of shells.

The roar of surf from down the beach
The wash at toes an auditory mix
Sandpipers chase the foam edge
Pipe their new discoveries.

The wash of waves fill a pool
That drains itself away
And pull at a lump just above
Washing it to smoothness.

Broken ring of white clamshells
Shows the moat dimensions
The castle breached, the tide has won
Thereís ruin in the keep.

 on: October 17, 2017, 03:04:07 AM 
Started by aerispaha - Last post by aerispaha
Deep under moist, dark earth it vibrates with a low-frequency hum that can be felt rather than heard.  Step anywhere within ten feet of its ground zero and the vibration travels from the sole of your feet to the pit of your belly. ListenÖ like the sound of spinning flywheels and gyroscopes and other unimaginable devices, this thing beneath your feet pulses with life.  Get closer and the foliage on the ground, normally dank and moist under the shelter of the forest canopy is dry as a bone.  Snap, I step into the parched circular area, brittle under my bare feet.  Dry twigs gnaw at my soles as I move cautiously closerÖ 

 on: October 16, 2017, 11:25:49 AM 
Started by Higgs88 - Last post by Higgs88
Flaky skin, thin peels from a 2nd degree sun. My forehead is a boiling water kettle. The sky drips light through veiled clouds, the bed is hard, the blankets the room cool like a cave. Days ago. Sandcastles in golden beige sand warm to the touch, yelling in surrender when the tide got too close. My ears still have some sand and a faint ringing of collapsing waves. My body is feeling chills even as my skin smolders. The taste of cold vanilla ice cream feels sweet, sticky on my dried lips, Mom always said to put sunscreen on. I did, just not enough. Aloe smells funny to me, like liquid menthol and grass from the lawn were blended up. It absorbs into my layers of red.     

 on: October 16, 2017, 06:00:28 AM 
Started by aerispaha - Last post by aerispaha
Shimmering in the yellow heat, it rose from the wet sand.  Waves crashing against the breaker reef like the sound of a thousand waterfalls, now tame against the shoreline, gently lapping, curious, at the edges of the castle.  Mouldy clump of seaweed hitches a ride atop the cold, gurgling, water which bubbles across the mile long stretch of desolate sand.  A lonely gull hovers, chuckles into the wind, shrill. A drop of shit splats against the zig zag tower. The indignity.

 on: October 15, 2017, 07:49:27 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
I canít remember there being a time
Where you werenít by my side.
Youíve been with me when Iím laughing,
And also when Iíve cried.
Ever since I was a toddler
I have kept you close at hand
To vent all my frustrations
With someone who can understand.
As children we drew sketches
And made up fairy tales
In adolescence you helped with homework
And taught me all my scales.
We have written countless stories
And songs that no-one has heard.
You have helped me to find an outlet
And be separate from the herd.
Nothing in life is constant
And everything has to end,
But I know you will always be here for me
As a colleague and a friend.
As the ink dries on the paper
We complete another verse.
In the days where you are not around
I feel like I am cursed.

So I thank you for your guidance
Through all that weíve been through.
Writing gives my life meaning
And I owe it all to you.

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