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without its back

a chair has lack

bereft of a leg

the table doth beg

indeed it is true

my life without you

a company will slack

w'out a commander at its back

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the window remains broken

a joy once shared, unattained

through a connection shattered

the wheels grind on again

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Heated in the fire

formed in the flames

you provoked my ire

And forgotten my name

My hand lies forgotten

my help unreceived

you shall not remain unsmitten

my wrath thou shall perceive

........[unfinished]..........

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a life woken from sleep

my day begins with thee.

I haven't the words to say

what thou mean'st to me

the words thy speak have meaning

far deeper than the speaking

i feel thy voice within me

and know thy very teaching

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Is there anywhere on Tumblr for writers not horny out of their minds?! I want conversation on writing without the excessive hormonal discharge...

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The parilytic

my soul is burning,

their hands are scraping,

breaking my barrier

smashing the tile.

Freeing my legs,

lowered by degrees.

deliverance above,

salvation below.

Saved by the backs

that bore down my sin,

saving me,

cleansing me,

walking me home

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Cut the clutter, you get fancy, but thrift in writing speaks volumes

The figure took slow but purposeful steps down towards the waters edge, the tiny bundle in their arms having finally succumbed to sleep a short time earlier. Wrapped up snugly in their blanket, they were well protected from the cold, completely oblivious to the world around them, and what lay ahead.

Calm and measured steps soon took the figure past the waters edge and into the shallows, their movements creating only the barest of ripples as they walked deeper and deeper. It was only once the still waters had reached their upper thighs, that they paused.

As though they had been waiting patiently for this moment, pale hands silently emerged from the darkness below, reaching up imploringly to the one before them. Leaning down in response, they gently deposited the tiny sleeping bundle into the others waiting hold, careful not to wake them.

The moment the sleeping babe was accepted into the others grasp, the figure simply turned away, walking back the way they came, their stride just as calm and purposeful as before. No words were spoken, and not once did the figure look back.

Silently the child continued to sleep, oblivious and undisturbed within their little cocoon of warmth.