

The Wailing WallA woman weeps.The Wailing Wall
She grips the wall, her thin brown hands slipping on a surface polished by the fingers of countless grieving mothers. Trembling,
she pushes a piece of folded blue paper into a crack
already bursting with prayer.
A man reads. He sits on an old straight-backed chair, coarse grey beard brushing against a shiny black coat as he nods over familiar verses. Reflecting,
he looks up from his thin black book to acknowledge the worn yellow stone. Yesterday, a bomb, &n


Gravity - Complete pieceYour eyes flicker towards an eccentric pedestrian, and I’m watching you. Reading the fines lines forming around your eyes like a simple answer to a complex question.Gravity - Complete piece
I call you gravity. Keeping me from spiraling into the cold void of space,
still holding me prisoner to the earth.
But you make me drop metaphors like yesterday’s news.
So I say you are like…..
But all I can think of is that thing you do with your eyebrows And the night I met you, well dressed and overheated. And the way you say “I love you” like you are a pioneer of t


PavementIsn’t it strange how much depends on the texture of grey pavementPavement
beneath your feet, after you kicked off your 5” heels, feet needing to feel connected with the gum embedded concrete.
You walk past bemused glances of unknowing, but the stares slide off. There are bongo drums throbbing insistently in your skull. Or maybe it’s just a street busker lost
in a stream of marijuana consciousness.
A taxi prowls by and eyes you expectantly, but you
wave it away, bare feet sending out an aura of unsound. Beneath the glittering glass eyes you walk on. Lost in


A Palm Reader in New OrleansThey say the beignets at Café Du MondeA Palm Reader in New Orleans
are best at 9 a.m., so here I sit. A cigarette-brushed face of a woman sends a glance my way, so I check my watch as an excuse to break that moment of discomfort. Like hell I had anywhere to be.
I tucked my paper under my arm
and left my seat short of the table.
I walked down to the quarter and sat next to a painter. His who-do-you-think-you-are eyes put me in my place, so I left.
I sat on the sidewalk next to
quiescence
Devious Comments
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
just had a rock star weekend, whatnot.
how have you been!?
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
im sorry you couldnt find inspiration from my page :/
next time, maybe
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
[link]
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
That's great that you're going to South Africa! What's it for?
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bobby dylan.
bring back some sweet submissions back from africa when you go!!!
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
shoe
fitswear
it...
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
I swear by now Im playing time
I against my troubles
Im coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while im
In the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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bobby dylan.
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bobby dylan.
No
But maybe it buys you some comments!
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You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
I am perfectly aware of the irony of my actions
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bobby dylan.
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
I am perfectly aware of the irony of my actions
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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My latest photo
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bobby dylan.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
I am perfectly aware of the irony of my actions
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bobby dylan.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
I am perfectly aware of the irony of my actions
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