the yard is littered
with autumn's thoughts
fighting the wind
fighting the fading sun
the sun rebels
shining in all it's glory
I hope you feel the sun
the yard is littered
with autumn's thoughts
fighting the wind
fighting the fading sun
the sun rebels
shining in all it's glory
I hope you feel the sun
I shout into the void
The void is the
only one that listens
You speak my name
like a symphony
on a moonlit night
each syllable a gift
unsung quietly
whispered in my ear
Lost and found
we change our names
hide under the covers
tremble at a breath
speak in foreign tongues
fate keeps swinging
we try to look the other way
pretend distance doesn't matter
you see me
i see you
What's lost is found
I was always the "one"
That got away
Until I met the one
That clipped my wings
Tried to make me stay
Still I long to be free
in my memories
an old photograph
twelve years gone
dancing in the stage
singing with the band
I wonder now
who was that woman
my throat is hoarse
I'm all out of words to say
I rest my voice
hold back
the songs that
need to be sung
whither my bones
to rise another day
the willow sighs
the moon
winks goodnight
a rooster cries
the cicadas are
sleeping or dead
empty carcasses
strewn about
the night bleeds
it's last breath
fall's colours
creep across her skin
morning light
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the belugas
are dying
we plucked them
from their home
forced them
to cross borders
against their will
and we wonder
why they cease to live
The cheetah has told me
it's not about the race
or
the thrill of the chase
to enjoy the rush of
adrenaline in my veins
admire the view from the top
and to never stop
I have failed
in my purpose
I failed to plant
any poppies
the weeds have grown
generously underfoot
I have ceased caring
if the flowers
have been watered
autumn has seeped
in my bones
humans are dying
in detention centers
a nurse lies dead in the street
shot in the back
Alex Pretti knows
we are not okay
Sentient beings
buried in the earth
phantom decay
blistering springs
a tale of survival
fostering dreams
the thrill
of belong alive
revolution at hand
exit in never-never land
sanguine steps
barefoot in Eden
the leaves are falling
awaken the dead
calm gentle waves
relaxed and easy
a mood turns on a dime
harsh winds
damaging hail
destruction in darkness
A haphazard ghost
clumsy at best
turning knobs randomly
writing messages
on frosted windows
foggy mirrors
HELP ME!
the time is near
the veil thins
voices will chant
the clock strikes midnight
She smiles
when he calls her love
She smiles
when he calls her
by her nickname
She smiles
when he calls her
'mine'
words words
where'd you go
promise of prompts
latent summer days
are you hiding
under the fungi
She wished upon dandelions
tossed seeds to the wind
He claimed the seeds for himself
drunk on a lavender haze
She built a beautiful garden
wrought iron gates to keep him away
Sunshine in her hand
she cursed him to dead blooms
Melancholy to rise under a bitter moon
Little bird fly away
there's nothing
to see here
just burying my bones
in the sand
a potent gift
to the underworlds