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There comes a time when you have to
face the wolves at the door
You can hear their hungry, rotten breath
panting just outside, ready to pounce
The moment your resolve to
stand your ground weakens
Sooner or later
It's either
There comes a time when you have to
read the writing on the wall
Those inked words, not red, but
threateningly bloody, have been
appearing slowly, spelling doom
You can only pretend to ignore it
For so long
It's either
There comes a time when you are
between the devil and the deep blue sea
the lesser of two evils, is not always
prominent by the shape of the eye;
watching you from amidst the flames
or else, from the deep, dark depths
When you fall
It's either
face the wolves at the door
You can hear their hungry, rotten breath
panting just outside, ready to pounce
The moment your resolve to
stand your ground weakens
Sooner or later
It's either
Eat or be eaten
There comes a time when you have to
read the writing on the wall
Those inked words, not red, but
threateningly bloody, have been
appearing slowly, spelling doom
You can only pretend to ignore it
For so long
It's either
Choose or be chosen
There comes a time when you are
between the devil and the deep blue sea
the lesser of two evils, is not always
prominent by the shape of the eye;
watching you from amidst the flames
or else, from the deep, dark depths
When you fall
It's either
Sink or swim
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Haiku
my fingers
tributaries -
running around your knuckles
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This doesn't feel complete to me at all. So what is it missing?
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Idk what this is missing, but a lot of times I feel my work is missing things too! But even if you feel this is missing something, it's still good!!