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like cutting lines:
like cutting people
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.27.2018 @ 5:54 pm
an ambassador to the trade
she said as if he had it made
simple now all you have to do
is see this bullshit all the way through
don’t shame but pity the liars
for they burn themselves in their forest fires
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.06.2018 @ 8:57 pm
don’t rain on my parade!
or my circus
for the matter
Our big red tents are
and we much prefer
the open air
not to mention
we really are
to get away from
all that stereotypical shit
» Posted By Siddhartha On 09.30.2018 @ 5:29 pm
to add insult to injury
you didn’t even scrape your knee
as you stumbled out the door
while the sky cried and rain began to pour
fine! leave me!
I don’t care
just try to leave!
just you dare
» Posted By Siddhartha On 09.11.2018 @ 7:32 am
come with me
companion to the wilderness
sit with me
and stand with me
and walk with me
in the wild
sit with me
and listen to me
tell you of the jungle
in my mind
look at the map
I hand you
and patch the holes in my life
with thread like
my only problem
is that the map is upside down
» Posted By Siddhartha On 08.25.2018 @ 8:01 pm
the spikes that stabbed
her back were made of no plain steel
they were sharper than any metal
in her head, but all too real
as they pushed into her skin
broken open gushed with blood
societal standards are a sin
and body image is a flash flood
» Posted By Siddhartha On 04.07.2018 @ 6:57 pm
the dawn will approach and the rivers will unfreeze
though it now is night and the world seems grim
the skylight is dim
as it stretches over the forests and seas
» Posted By Siddhartha On 03.03.2018 @ 4:08 pm
hospitals are clean
like a lie
that’s too perfect
that’s covering a smell
» Posted By Siddhartha On 02.06.2018 @ 5:33 pm
» Posted By Siddhartha On 01.08.2018 @ 6:31 pm
The doorway looked empty
from a specific angle.
but not from the angle of the door.
So little people think of him
he barely thinks of himself anymore.
Afterall, what are doors for?
» Posted By Siddhartha On 12.11.2017 @ 7:45 pm
in general, he didn’t know what to do. In this moment of fear and threat, he was completely dumbfounded by the pressure of the situation. The privateers that surrounded him looked up at the podium he was about to walk up to with eyes full of hope and expectancy. Like the far-off sound of motorcycles drive by as you sit in your car, the announcer proclaimed his name with a dignity he didn’t feel he deserved.
“and now, the general.”
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.22.2017 @ 2:02 pm
she sought refugee in the night
from the increasingly bitter storm.
she stood alone, paralyzed with fright,
and nothing to keep her warm.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.15.2017 @ 8:08 am
tedious writing is.
they expect us to, what?
type. Move my fingers on the keyboard- press down?
As if anyone has time for that.
not to mention pencils.
I don’t think I have those muscles in my fingers.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.07.2017 @ 12:16 pm
his face was the very picture of dismay.
“stop moping,” she demanded.
“but that’s what you asked me to do?” replied her small boy.
She looked at him in confusion, “clean the floor- mop it!”
“Oh,” he exclaimed, as he began to do his work.
when she left the room, he giggled and whispered
she forgot a p.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 11.01.2017 @ 12:53 pm
buck. buck buck. et.
balk blak balk et.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 10.31.2017 @ 7:12 pm
Within her hand, she held a box
within the box there held a key
with the key there held an opportunity
Within the door that held a secret
» Posted By Siddhartha On 10.30.2017 @ 6:06 am
“Get a haircut,” his sister suggested as she ruffled his hair.
“you look like a dork,” he mumbled that he didn’t care.
“I’m serious” she insisted “you look like a girl,”
He wondered if that would be the worst thing in the world.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 10.09.2017 @ 9:25 am
I have a fading memory
of a face
of a smile
no a grin
The fading memory feels like an old flashlight
dark and growing even more dim
» Posted By Siddhartha On 10.01.2017 @ 4:47 pm
Sure call it fate.
We’re not going on a date.
Just can’t relate.
This isn’t a debate.
Let’s clear the slate.
I just don’t like you.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 09.25.2017 @ 4:30 pm
The harmonica’s melody plays on
Far after the accordion has out harmonized it.
Far after the trumpet has out blown it.
Far after the girl has out sung it.
The harmonica plays on, for it has nothing else to do.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 09.19.2017 @ 11:30 am
Windy skies remind me of your eyes
Knocking me over with glamour or strength (though I could not tell you which)
The wind in you eyes created waves with mine,
beautiful from a distance but it ends in a crash.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 09.08.2017 @ 8:45 pm
The cement was hot beneath her barefoot, but the pain was comforting in its own way. As a spike of excitement cut through her body she felt herself rise to the balls of her feet and off she went. Dashing into the horizon, purposefully wandering.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 08.03.2017 @ 9:50 pm
Some days I feel like a forklift.
Everybody putting their weight on me.
Some days I like to be a forklift.
Feel like I’m someone people need.
Some days I hate being a forklift.
So, yeah. You can just leave.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 07.26.2017 @ 6:03 am
The ghosts whisper to me in the morning and I laugh.
The sound echoes and disturbs the silence of the room.
The others look at me confused because they don’t understand.
I smile at the ghosts knowingly, and they knowingly smile back.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 05.18.2017 @ 4:56 pm
Eyeliner is put on the accentuate my features, they say on the surface
Eyeliner is put on to make me look more beautiful, because I don’t think I’m beautiful on my own, they think
» Posted By Siddhartha On 05.13.2017 @ 9:12 am
A seashell washed up on the shore. It had a come along the way, the journey had been a difficult one. The seashell’s destination had been reached, and all was at peace. Until, the ocean decided she wanted to be with the seashell a little longer, and she quickly swept the seashell away.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 05.11.2017 @ 4:02 am
They say that I have vertigo
I get dizzy when I look at the sky, it’s so blue
I say that I’m in love
I get far dizzier when looking at you
» Posted By Siddhartha On 05.08.2017 @ 4:36 pm
The water glass is empty.
Someone should fill it.
My heart is empty.
Someone should fill that too.
Though one is significantly easier to fill than the other.
Even if you could make love come out of the faucet, it seems that my love always runs cold.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 05.07.2017 @ 5:07 pm
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It was all staged with precision. Down to every last exact moment. The pull of the trigger. The slam of the door. The look in his eyes. It looked so real from the perspective of Velma, an innocent bystander. Yet the blame fell as perfectly as the body, with a splat and pointing towards Velma.
» Posted By Siddhartha On 04.30.2017 @ 6:06 pm