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Isaac Nov 2019
you look out the glass pane
as your own face is reflected back and forth
as your voice echoes back and forth
in the fragile wind

you can see the world
but you can only see
as you fingers press hard against the transparent block
and they can only press

you can only hear
as your ears are flush against the colourless wall
sounds of your breathing echoing
in the fragile world

you can only hear yourself
so you scream

and the world shatters around you like the fragile wind and your voice is out to the world raging like storms and blazing like fire and the glass shatters and finally finally

you fall out the window
the fine line is really just a window.
Mark Wanless Nov 2019
fifteen fat turkeys
beyond the window
light sprinkle of white
Mark Toney Oct 2019
big bright green spider
on my drivers-side window-
you held me hostage
5/21/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - I parked my car and there's a stare down between me and spidey. I didn't know when I opened the door if it would drop inside the car (not good) or outside (preferable). I was only held hostage for 3 or so minutes until I made my move. Success! Both of us walked away from the car in different directions :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Elliott's Window Oct 2019
You've learned the way that light knows
Through windows, cracks, and doors
To gain my heart from out my chest
And offer me all yours
inspired by the sun
and someone just as bright
Bhill Oct 2019
Fearless challenges
Tearless crying
Loveless relationships
Sunless days
Starless nights
Windowless houses
Snowless winters

Less is never more....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 262
Is less ever more?
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2019
When the eternal night
once again wraps up the sun
the Moon opens the window
to the forever countless stars!
annh Sep 2019
As the twilight contracts
And outstretching sleep escapes me,
The darkness offers me its small hand to hold,
Sighing gratefully for the flame I place in the window
To pass the night through.

Ian Sep 2019
I watch the grass die
Right outside my window

First it’s green
Then it’s yellow
Then it’s brown

The next day I watch the rain fall right outside my window
And the grass grows back

First it’s brown
Then it’s yellow
Then it’s green
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