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What's Wrong With This Picture?

"What's wrong with this picture?" I don't see anything that's w- -aiting in the background, ready to come to attention, breathing steady, and ready to salute the flag. Wrong? I'm not sure what you mean. I don't seem to be wringing my hands over this today or searching for a cause to put them down. They're shaking, the roads are soaking wet and they're shaking like leaves on trees leaves in wind, in fall I'm falling in love again This isn't the season to shoot them while they're down this isn't the season, just put your hands away before you hurt someone Mother, I can't breathe this evening. I'm choking on my own hands and my fing

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What's Wrong With This Picture? by LightsOnAmara, literature

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What's Wrong With This Picture?

Eyes in the tall grass by LightsOnAmara, literature

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Eyes in the tall grass

Eyes blinked out from in the grass. She ignored them. It wasn't an easy task, she could feel the gaze like a particularly long-legged insect crawling along the back of her neck. She was sure it was even chittering in her ear as she rounded the bend in the road. With only a moderate amount of silent profanity, she reached over and punched the volume dial on the car radio, sending Stevie Nicks blaring through the open windows. Now you've seen the son of a bitch before, she thought, it's seen you. This isn't anything new. Keep your game face on. She resisted the urge to look back at the eyes only because she knew the satisfaction the thing

This is Not a Poem About Suicide, But- by LightsOnAmara, literature

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This is Not a Poem About Suicide, But-

i. The poet is dead The janaza will be said between isha and fajr Your presence is not required ii. She died with your name on her lips and on her fingertips She died singing the song of her people and doing what she loved She died alone iii. It happened in the midst of battle a knife to her gut an axe to her leg the arrow in her left shoulder She was swarmed Her last words were whispered face down in the snow Her heart was in the north iv. to the right asalamu alaikum to the left asalamu alaikum ameen

When You Live With Depression by LightsOnAmara, literature

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When You Live With Depression

When you live with her you find her in the most unexpected places She is in my pantry, tucked between molding bread and cans that have been there for years She hides behind the milk in my refrigerator She is the brown banana, the flat soda, she is the half empty bottle of strawberry vodka crema di limoncello wine turned to vinegar she is the absinthe that I will never finish She has a voice and she whispers She sings I am not alone when I have her I find her in my hair Elastic bands and tangled strands and a yellow flower tucked behind my ear She whispers to me. She is the sun. There are signs in the window Wilted plants, she's there S

Another Poem About Him by LightsOnAmara, literature

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Another Poem About Him

I am suspended mid flight upended above scratched stages and dollar bills The same song plays again and again And I am lost without you We are bodies pressing together in the dark A kind of second wind for what we'd thought we had We were kissing like it was never going to end Like the shadows around us didn't mean a goddamned thing "How does my soul look?" I asked Baby, it would look better on my bedroom floor

(at Kansas City, Missouri) by LightsOnAmara, literature

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(at Kansas City, Missouri)

He crept in stories A stranger city never made real until I laid my eyes on him He could have been anywhere in the world but he was here In this center of industry and history Metropolis built on whispers and corners I could never chase the shadows from and light blue eyes I sat up one night with his lips on mine His city grew tall in the distance It fought the storm and won His towers reached up through the atmosphere and bowed under their own weight They crushed the trees and snuffed the sun and swallowed up the entire river His city blotted out the stars until the only brightness I could see were the street lights and the office windows