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Accidentat the corner of boone trails and owenAccident by `Kneeling-Glory
she learned the brevity of flight:
glinting bumper for launch pad
trajectory approximately 5 feet
across the median.
she pirouetted
as proud, as swift
as any prima ballerina
but the landing
proved rough.
this I keep for her -
the listless weight of limbs
defying gravity, the beastly beauty
of a body bouyant before
its death.
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love ThemI think you keep secrets under your skinHow To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them by ~GabrielGadfly
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
Haiku and Eastern PoetryWordSmith's 'Contributors' are often presented with brief verses that are submitted under the category of ‘Haiku and Eastern’. Differing understandings of what constitutes a Haiku and the broad scope of what falls under ‘Eastern’ poetry present significant problems for those considering whether to feature these pieces; there is much diversity of thought on the matter.Haiku and Eastern Poetry by *rlkirkland
Exploring the roots of Haiku and related forms reveal various ‘schools’ of thinking with differing emphasis' from its earliest history. The native difficulties were vastly compounded as the form (based on the Japanese language and steeped with its culture) was transported to English speaking (and other) countries.
The few perceptions that follow must be considered merely a primer, the very basics, of the matter. [For those not content to splash about in the shallow end of the pool, there are many voices of deeply studied students of Eastern forms readil
Night TerrorsThe silence weighs heavily,Night Terrors by ~beautyinreview
expanding around me, fog
I can't escape. The light
sweetness of the day, gone,
replaced by ugly loneliness
that whispers lies that could
almost be half-truths in the dark.
The blanket touches my skin,
irritant, my body writhes against
the tyranny of the sheets,
a lockbox of restless energy.
Lethargy replaced by wide-eyed
paranoia, a litany of worst case
scenarios, worries, what ifs.
My brain runs and runs and runs
until it overheats. I pass out in
a confused tangle of bed linens
and sweat, brow furrowed deep,
waiting for you to come home
to quiet the demons and make
it smooth once more.
Sta.sh
Eager 
