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The LakeOnce in a crystal lake I saw your face, next to mine, leaning in for a kiss, a brief fluorine peck, no tongues, just gentle assurance, simple affirmation of us, together,The Lake
washing our faces, brushing our teeth.
But now the lake is empty; The plug’s been pulled and the vanishing water swirls like a liquid hurricane devouring us, together, our love, my love, my hope, Till the sink is dry and our image swallowed forever.
by ~trachel
HumanThe two o’clock frenzy of the inebriated unmasks the façade of repressed humanity. The guttural growls and spirited shoutsHuman
of men, alive and human, who’ve abandoned sobriety and stumble into a riot of swimming, throbbing colours, staggering amok in confusion.
Who are we but animals Merely clothed, shaved and trimmed? Our only escape (or solace) the haze of wine which unshackles us from Society’s civilizing chains and imbues us with the courage To shed our rules, our fears, sometimes our clothes, To be ourselves and reveal the true face of unbri
by ~trachel
When the toothpicks fallLight flickers on the page.When the toothpicks fall
But whose fault is it? The lamp’s or mine?
Word riot in black and white while the light flicker, flickering, flickers.
Coffee ring stained paper,
ink tattooed finger tips,
toothpicks that pry the eyes wide open, open,
denying sleep sleep, sleep sleep.
Eyes open, mind closed. Waves of fatigues beat against the shore, opiating my consciousness, and bidding me sleep sleep, sleep sleep, sleep sleep…
by ~trachel
The Power of SnowThe sublimity of snow which flutters down in flakes to clothe the pavement in garment of white Possesses the people who walk it,The Power of Snow
Gifts them an ethereal glimpse of the sphere beyond and reminds them of Beauty forgotten in the drones of ageing Life –
home to office, office to home;
coffee and toast at eight o five, work from nine to seven, dinner at eight, TV at nine, sleep at twelve o’clock.
Less solid than ice, less fluid than water But as strong as any adhesive For its novelty unites the discrete beings of dry snow-less pavements Who stop (for once!) to savour th
by ~trachel
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Finished my internship
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constructive criticism - constructive criticism
I was wondering why it sounded a little weird
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andrew still hasn't emailed me! lol...awww work for the nat museum now. lol.
I'll go see....
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