Tag: poetry
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Earthbound
I survived the crash, survived the harsher waves that splashed. I survived the breaching fires that crawled towards me like starving rats. I survived the weight of a spacesuit, clinging to me like moss; it took to the last second to finally take it off. I survived the atmosphere that I thought would singe my…
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A Trance
I shuffle my boots, dancing behind ruffled golden hair. The floor taught me the beat, but a trance is out there. The music rolls on, as I walk past a drunk crowd. In two sections they stand, as loudness gets loud. I feel a long trembling; it’s something awry now spawned. Beguiled in this trance,…
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Like Waterdrops that Sludge
Like waterdrops that sludge off rooftops, the collection of dust that rolls within me in that downwards perspire. My optic drive was never quick enough to properly acquiesce my fall. Tumble, I spiral in that downward trickle that is meant to ameliorate poverty. Born as the gunslinging actor left his white cap on that oval desk; raised…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Hello
It was just like yesterday, Just neighborly hellos. There you were ever standing, You stood in that hallway door. I don’t know when the feeling changed, When my heart sought wanting more. Sure enough, that day came and went, I cannot remember a time before. I remember only the days since then, And what my…
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Atmospheric Pressure
Therospheric pulls, gravitational waves, So close to earth, caught in my earthling ways. Homeward bound — to touch the soft ground. Return to the heavens, I hear again sound. Mesospheric ice, it’s so cold that it burns, A meteorite in night, unbound it returns. Consumed in a blaze, it can shrivel to dust. My spacesuit…
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Orbit
A green jetpack, all reaching, slings me into space. I left my martian boots below and that plutonian mask. They weighed me down for so long once, but I let it drift down that river, Stix. It’s where the past belongs. Jupiter, I see it, the grandest of them all. Thunder-eyed, the storm gazed my…
Writings by Samson Mousa 