WriteGuy1

I write poetry, always up for feedback. All of the “Absolute” titles are part of a story I’m working on here.

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WriteGuy1

I write poetry, always up for feedback. All of the “Absolute” titles are part of a story I’m working on here.

174

Writings

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Interpolation

WriteGuy1

1 min read

Write from the perspective of an writer you’ve seen writing about something you’ve written ...

Dripping

WriteGuy1

1 min read

A person on their deathbed is pelted by a faulty ventilator, dripping water onto their forehead when they try to sleep

Each time the water hits them, however, the receive a memory of their life

Is it good or bad? Is it regret or contentment?

Up to you!...

Here

WriteGuy1

2 min read

Heartbreak

The same devil, different story

**Log 1:**

**The patient today seems pretty alright, granted everything that occurred yesterday. I’ve noticed some fidgeting behaviors that in other context seems pretty normal**

**I’ll keep that in mind for the future**

**So Iregardless, we will continue with the same dosages for the next two weeks on a trial**

**Period**

**If all goes well the p...

Drama

Gravity

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Stars and light kiss the sky, twinkle, wink

An apple falls.

A swooning pair of love- struck dancers

Sorely bored bachelors across the ball

Suave ornate threads, royalty imagined in dress

But a man’s loose pants fall below his _draws_

A starrid adventurer battles a tyrant adversary

But cries wounds to a disheveled apothecary

Spread tall tales on tall teeters of mead and beer

Spread thick syr...

Poetry

Drama

Name

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1 min read

Curse thy name

An olden phrase

Emboldened by time

Folded in grace

Kept in the pockets

Of those with shame

To read aloud

In a lonely space

Place the pin on regrets

Place the pin on shame

Let the blood drip from veins

And redden your face

Let it be thrill for your fear

Be a frill for suffering

Let it live in negative space

When the brain starts buffering

Let it be the crutch

When lif...

Poetry

Drama

Arthritis

WriteGuy1

2 min read

A grandfather and his grandson were talking one night, the grandfather sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs folded over the side, planted on the floor flat and gently.

The grandson was tucked between sheets, lazily folded over for maximum comfort, to the grandfathers confusion

This was an awfully, particularly restless night because there was nothing particular about the day at all.

No ...

Action

Drama

Lunar Second

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1 min read

For a moment

In the future

Earth will have a second moon

Some amongst us with attempt to grab it

Keep it for themselves

Or rather

Let it shine through them

I was as young as it mattered, and old as I needed to be, when I started to yearn to capture these people

Reading texts of history, learning different languages to discern how they speak light

Studying the movements of their bodi...

Drama

One More Time

WriteGuy1

1 min read

Writing

Writhing

What’s on the other side of love?

A Poignant tiptoe

Beauty in laced slippers

Genius in each mind

Nostalgia in past times

Drug of life beseech me

Screech true

Preach

Teach what’s uncooth

The webbing in our fingers links us

You to me

Me to you

Behold what’s

Embracing under sky

I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve

So you can see it with eyes

Reach out to touch the feather on y...

Poetry

Drama

Blink To Life

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1 min read

The black cat winks

And thinks

That their love will be unnoticed

To the icy ,mechanical concepts of

Unrequited love

Cold from the human

Exuding from their warmth

Blood in their veins

Nerves telling

Showing

Rushing to spark color into flesh

Unto others in touch

How to feel loved

Moved in all angles

Acuteness of a golden ratio

Between mind and body and spirit

How lonley the cat must feel...

Poetry

Drama

Stalemate

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1 min read

Give a snail a carrot

Laugh at it if you will

Alight with life and laughter

Tickle your hubris

And tell it you are better than the snail

Better than what you step on

But watch it eat without consuming

And writhe yourself to death

Forevermore

Let a dog lick your inner palm

Because it wants your hand and

Loves you so

Feel the way your nerves shoot through your body

The desperate dog

Is it pit...

Poetry

Drama