Each month, write a new collection.
The TearsHis heart is brokenher love has fadedthere's no returningthe tears have comeHe tries to keep hershe turns her backthere's no love leftthe tears have comeHis soul is suspiciousher story sounds foulthere's something amissthe tears seem forcedHe questions her motivesshe refuses to answerthere's someone else? The tears seem forcedHis mind tries to focusher tactics too rehearsedthere's no other choicethe tears aren't realHe closes the chaptershe packs up her bagsthere's no sense in stayingthe tears aren't real
Great evolution. I followed the path.
Yeah, I did too. I love the story you created out of the pain.
The ActThe glam girllooks to her devotedOscar, cryingthe beads of glassFrom her tears of joyand ego being conflictedFrom the actas if the art she createsIs as real as the wetnessin her tearsOr, is it a fake renditionto her craft?She acts as thoughthe truth is in her heartBut really, it is all about the lieWithout breaking character
Cuts to the chase. Thx
Killer ending man!
My sadness throttles darklyMammoth yet smallRips open my heartHangs me upside downRattle knocks my mindTil my innards tumble outThen in silence I distill into timelessness.Explosions halt my breath Its my drunken neighborWretching stomach contents Again.Alert. Silent. I hoverSomething different happensMy edges begin to blur Into my neighbor’sUntil her misery is mine.I am now suspension bridgeHanging over heavy waterI am no longer one bodyAs suffering floods inFrom far world directionI’ve never been to this placeBut I know it’s safely home.I am hologram nowWith each crystal tear.
I love this ending too. Beautifully done.
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Love this man!
Man Ray Glass tearsclump lashhide the tearsfrom her eyes
I put you back on the shelf, doll-facebecause it wasn’t working anymore.In the hot spotlights you had stage fright,I am not your agent, Hollywood girl. Youreyes became blank, like your life was hollow. It was smooth porcelain skin,that seems dramatic and believable,glass tears on hardened cheeks.