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Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
I was smoking a cigarette, in the early morning hours.
Devoured by the fog that came to claim its home.
The neighbors started shouting as they usually do.
The city starts to wake and speak.
I wonder what it says to you?

The wife began to clamor out the front door.
Dragging behind her, her husbands clothes.
He followed behind her not fazed and unamused.
Like this had happened before.

A single taxi  stutters by.
No service sign is lit.
The drivers face, like a ghost.
I wonder where he’s been?

The whole world is working.
It never stopped, since I’ve been standing here.
The streets lights begin to flicker off.
The sun begins to rise.
My cigarette has long been out.
And my lungs again fed up.

I wonder where your waking up?
I wonder do you think of me?
A city so big you could hide forever.
A city so big we could rule it together.
Set fire ourselves.
Burn it down if that’s what we pleased.
Or we can build it up.
Have towers in the sky.
And watch it till we grow old together.
I wonder if this could be?
A Lorraine Jun 2018
write for yourself
meaning
if you write for anyone but-
you will eventually
forget what your own voice
sounds like.

- a.lorraine
A Lorraine Jun 2018
people will come and go in your life
like you’re a ******* grocery store.

you have many good things to offer.
they may take from you.
they may give to you.
they may simply move on
if you don’t have what they want.
you’ll be there when it’s convenient.
you’ll close when you feel like it.
but for the most part
you’re always open.
they might have not been around,
but you’ll be in the exact same place
they left you.

- a. lorraine
thehiddenwriter Apr 2018
Sometimes life changes so fast
like a chemical reaction and sometimes
so slow like a cloud in a windless sky,

Sometimes it takes over you like an eclipse
and sometimes it becomes clear like a glass,

Sometimes it gives you so much that you end up
losing or breaking things and sometimes it gives you
so less that you understand to value even the smallest,
tiniest things in life.

Sometimes it is just so predictable like a straight road
and sometimes it’s so random like the twisted and
curled up like the mountain ranges.
Just a simple realisation and experience of life that I feel , is it just me or you too ??
MJ Apr 2018
She has a drive
to share
her body


Right to

shreds


Always
been an over-

sharer, everyone says.


Swollen lips and
scarred skin,


All of that
spurious

stability,


Coaxing
them

right in
Rachel Feb 2018
Her hips are the sun
Planets rotating around her axis
     falling off into black holes
         each time she loses Herself in those dark orbs
Those cursed humanoid black holes
That **** in her planets
Leaving nothing but a dying sun
But soon that is gone too
Leaving nothing but particles of stars
Thoughts never formed into words
But sung about
In other men's poetry
Creating worlds and words she spoke
That never existed in the first place
The Galaxy Woman
The myth that plays chords in men's delirious fantasies
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