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Cicada Sentences Vol. 2, 7.12.24 “Camp Break-Down"
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Soft age and softer dreams
Coffee, cupcake, dairy milk
Right before life makes you see
Its many many cruelties
Now time has passed and
Your coffee's just black
Sleep is more important
Than giving back and yet
You still live on, in autopilot
When ages ago romantic was your plot
Now you're just keeping it alive.
- but why should that be bad , you just need a new dream now
And here, still, are the whispers wrapped around our hearts, pinprick thorns digging in the dark-
They say it's nothing. Just words. Sticks and stones and broken bones, but words can never hurt you.
Dismissal. And the whispers crawl up your throat and steal your voice and you have no retorts.
(How come you don't talk to us anymore?)
I believe in human potential...I believe they can achieve anything...time and again I have seen people change the impossible to possible and that they did that with two things:
HARDWORK and PERSEVERANCE at that hardwork.
-Muqaddas Siddique
macbeth
she rises every day when the sun is supposed to set walks past bonetrees left by great tsunamis carcasses of fish markets echoing hawker's cries fresh fish fresh fish she swims the graves of her people half frozen always shivering robs pockets of dead ancestors until her hands turn red

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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.10.24 “Sonorous Sonnets of Sorrow Most Sever”
Pain sits within the seat of my eye As a stone does in the peach With sweetness dripping ambrosia In biting, broken, painful overreach I would fight within the thrushes On the beaches and the sea Be loose with all the oceans of my soul Give floating rise to dreams reflected; yet to be Poisoned sips and looks too light of comedie Of art, oh, harlequin, oh common cunning punch With jabbed hands at well welled levers Devout in their faith, oh, believers, oh, lovers, the bunch Let me ingest, digest, and divulge my poisoned tears With stonéd arsenic cores Fallen from love’s embrace, from branch and limb Rotten, infected at the core Sweet sorrow, of you I’d not be parted Before the passing day, anew, anon, restarted
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Our Souls Long For New Conquests 3.20.23 “Howl at the Midwest Moon
Starved amber waving pilgrims In prairie paired lanterned droves Roar across the skyline’s whims Blaring siren’s seventh horn Desperate, dirt-addled, salt of the earth souls Sending up mayday smoke-signals Angels blinking, smokey-eyed, distant in blaring shoals Racing for coastal desperado squalls Twister footed, taking midnight flight Fleeing father’s footsteps, echoing in the dark Westbound! Golden promises just a little further, right? Sinners struggle against pavement’s down-payment mark Bleary eyed love, morning sick of later-day sainted sun Sending up little lanterns of their own Question marks in the crossroad sands long overrun The dreamtide is surging, higher than crops have been sown When the road runs out of horizon How many soft-soiled souls will suffice? Falling salt-flat asleep towards tall-taled tomorrow
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Fire strikes and forests burn
Hearts beat, minds learn
Sometimes for the better
Sometimes in return of
A greater tomorrow or a deeper hurt -
Lucky are those who saw it in sleep
Or learned it from others
Who stumbled in their sweep
The quickstep fumbled
But you asked those who got up
Felt it in your bones that
Lightning in the bottle is about to crack
And break whatever was inside the urn
It kept you weary, thinking in worry
It may have even kept you from
soaring and searching but
Premonition comes as a sign
You might fall, but you might rise
And you know you can't keep
Living your life in eithers
Either fear, either grief, either fail
Either falter, know that you will
Always have the chance to rise
Don't let the cards bring you down
Nor the palm read it first for you
Carve it out, make it work for you.