Forced Rhymes
...A whiff of my kitchen, a medicinal pill,
the side order of rain drools at a windowsill.
An utterance precedes a service; the rumble,
the window slides itself shut. A bumble
bee ricochets off a ...
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Categories:
forgettably, anxiety, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Words Are Short-Lived
...Words are dying everyday
As short-lived as when imagined
A plead be a beseeching dismay
Yet as lived... where have I been?
Perhaps a little guidance for despair
A foothold for the disappearing groun...
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Categories:
forgettably, imagination, words, world,
Form: Rhyme