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Literature
The Wanderer
There was only the sun, and the thirst. For a while it hadn't been so bad, more of a nagging sensation than anything else but as the miles passed and one by the one the others who'd followed in the dark skinned woman's wake collapsed it had changed. From a quiet nagging it grew to be all consuming; blotting out everything else. Now there was just it and the ever more irregular rhythm of her steps as one followed the other, each one harder than the last. But still she staggered onwards beneath the sun's heat, following the woman who'd set out so boldly who knew how long ago. As others gave up and collapsed, never to move again, she carried on,
Literature
Metaphor
The sun sets beyond the horizon,
and I start to trek...
I imagine the concrete structures covered in green,
Life found a way and wrapped itself around death,
leaving it breathing...
and I fill it with metaphores,
but we cut life down,
to rebuild with that which does not prespire...
Society lives by this philosophy of death, and we destroy, and we rebuild, and we destroy, and we rebuild, So when the sun goes below the horizon, I create a new rhythm, and I guess you can say that's a metaphor,
except the sound my shoes walking, running treading,
the wind...
the waves...
the rain...
This is my rhythm.
I find this within shadows,
and
Literature
Listen
The forest grew weary in the night. The mist rested upon the ground as dew and not even the crickets chirped, and if one looked closely enough at the trees, no ants crawled across them. And it was for one reason only. One man only.
I woke in that night, in the silence so unbearable and so oppressive that not even the wind gave off a whisper. I woke far from my bed on the cold, damp ground, naked.
As I raised my eyes and cautiously stood, I laid gaze upon a silhouette that stood not ten feet from me. He stood still and he stood silent. Whether he was looking at me or away from me, I couldn't tell. Not a breath passed his lips, not a waver we
Second entry in 'Poetry Screams' contest.
Prompt: Night Dance
Constructive Criticism Appreciated...
Prompt: Night Dance
Constructive Criticism Appreciated...
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