poetry/short stories
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fagbreak
He hides between the bins for a moment and lights a fag. It’s raining, so the juices from the rubbish flow into the holes of his shoes. At this point, there’s no point in caring. The echoing of the clock gets louder in his head as he knows his cig break is close to being…
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watered down
I am untouched by the rain, it simply beads off my skin What I wish more than anything is to be drenched by the water To let moss grow on my face To lay on the heather To be lost in the foliage But the droplets hang from my hair and drip from my eyes…
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all inclusive
Three red faces stare back from the reflection of the pool. The young boys had been searching for a way to soothe their skin from the heat all day. Unsupervised and penniless, there wasn’t much else to do but spray each other with a water hose. This all felt quite cruel when the resort down…
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last days of summer
hidden deep in the forest are the last fruits of the summer to remain unpicked they will fall to the ground when they are at their sweetest enjoyed by the smallest of creatures one can only hope that the memory of it will get them through the winter
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ciudades de basura
Es de noche y sabe que no debe estar afuera. La gente está borracha con las caras deformadas de intoxicados, casi ni humanos. No deja de caminar, simplemente pasa por encima de los cuerpos en el piso. Están bien. Continúa con su viaje sin fin, metiéndose en callejones desconocidos. Tiene una ciudad entera para él…
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El Cielito de mi Pieza
Te busco entre sombras. Ando de noche, con este viento que me empuja y las flores que me guían. La lluvia me sabe dulce, pero lloro de sed. Te encontrare con la ayuda de las estrellas, que iluminan tu alma. Veré el dolor en tus ojos, las preocupaciones en tu piel, los años en tu…
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MAKE A LIVING
Grab a brick and place it down, trowel dripping with mortar. Throw another red brick, toss some more slop on it. Repeat the process. By the end of it you should have a wall. Keep going and you might have four walls. You’ve built something for yourself. A house, or maybe a home.
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Last Taxi in Skye
A crooked smile and some decent chat is all it takes to earn my trust. From that point forward, I will jump in the backseat of your car and hope that you will take me to safety – my life completely in your hands. What is the price one puts on this type of kindness? …
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