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Tag: breakup
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The Last Night by Jack Lowe-Carbell
“Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.”-Jhumpa Lahiri“The Namesake” It had felt differently lately, everything had. He had gone through his days with a boring shuffled step, his soles dragging along as he went about the mundane activities…
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Not a love letter by Tamar Kapanadze
I’m the songYou never wanted to sing,The page in torn up book –You always skip.My transparent bodyReflecting its own misery,Crying over the lost sparkleFeeling hot and shivery.Abandoned shimmering lightIn my watercolor eyesRemembering every smirk beforeYou fooled me with the lies. I’m the storm you’re running awayTo find a cozy shelter.You’re…
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Drown the Clown by Gary Duehr
“Dats right, genius,” muttered Jeckles, flicking his cigar ash onto the gravel. “We iz a dyin breed, we iz.” From the lawn chair beside his Winnebago, Jeckles eyed the bloody sun slipping down into the thin pines ringing the fairground lot. A red-and-white greasepaint target stretched across his sagging…
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Last Season by Tamar Kapanadze
Broken dreams and scattered expectationsBuried in your malignant intentions.I thought you brought me blooming blossomsbut left me with the scars,Wounded by your indifferent and stabbing snow petals.Giving you my winter moon was not enough for you,so it’s the last season walking on your avenue.Should I keep the tangerine as my…
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What Winter Leaves by Erica Palis
With November amber jewel tonesThere’s a gold drip in your eyes.The world goes by in patterns,Time will continue to fly.I know I’m yours,Still, you know you’re not mine.With this pale December chill,I have finally seen,How I can care for you,And you don’t care for me. Erica Palis is a 25-year…
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Reality Check by Karima Hoisan
Yes, I rememberThe night sounds of summer, Windows echoing the call to prayer, Kids playing in the streets, Wind blowing our sheets, Curtains swaying to the beat, With too loud music from a party somewhere, A wedding procession honking their horns, The smell of hot falafel, Shrill sirens and voices, Hot words and hot scorns. We…