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The Weight Of Living (1/?)The pale rays of sunlight were fading fast.The Weight Of Living (1/?) by xoSoul
Cy dropped her pack, releasing a long breath of air through the filters of her gas mask. Scanning the horizon, she looked around for somewhere to camp for the night.
Hotels weren't easy to come by when World War III had nuked everything. Only post-apocalyptic wastelands remained.
She spotted an outcropping of debris not too far off that she could camp comfortably behind. Shouldering her pack once more, she trudged towards it. Her stomach rumbled, loud in the deserted area. It was nothing uncommon, her being hungry. Her emaciated form showed that, though this amount of undereating was the worst in a long time. Her food supply was running low, with only a single can of soup and a limited number of stale crackers left. She'd been saving them as long as possible; the last time she'd eaten was approaching to three days. Her energy and hope were fading fast, and if she didn't find somewhere or something to raid soon, she would starve to deat
Lexicon in transitPoetry is a doing word.Lexicon in transit by Adonael
It doesn't belong in a bedroom,
like a certain, dirty habit
if someone said you tried it
All the time.
Truths are its muses and sometimes, lies are
because with just a grain of sand
You can create blood
Like God does. There's no hope of resurrection
With us though.
We're stuck in the quick sand
But we live what we breathe
And what we breathe
Is life - surely that's hidden in our
Rhyming schemes, our porcelain, somewhere,
"A picture holds a thousand words"
Was a liar - take any word,
Consume it with ink,
Watch it signify signified images and
Here's Genesis. It's all you'll find
Laced within our lyrical stories is emphasis. Emphasis
SuffixesI think of equality and want to avoid wordsSuffixes by Adonael
The ways words
Curb into general blurb
Inspiring actions spelt with verbs.
Although they make a fine herbal tea,
Rich and spice – a hint of sharpness,
They can be razor-like -
- they can cut, whether spoken front to back
Unheard or not, they can spy.
Gender’s hailed a long way since horse-racing
Yet the finish line...
Still in the distance
And drawing a second line in chalk isn’t another form of resistance -
- there’s still work to do...and undo.
Our problem is in labels
And how those labels got labelled
So in the paper clutter twister,
People became like staples.
Difficult to adjust...
and with the seemingly transparent
Inities, isms and ists,
It’s like equal agendas have become a little bait-n-switch.
I’m not saying there’s something wrong with femininity,
But what kind of world can it be when we don’t even know
What feminism means?
I mean burning bras was a myth...and women don’t
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Favourite style of art: Traditional art, poetry, and photography
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Favourite Quote: "Just because we do bad things does not mean we are bad people.”