Collage Poetry Gallery
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Writing by Clara McGowan
[to assemble] | RPC | 2022
use your voice dreamer, your brain, your hands, your heart. let's fix this nightmare, before we
i never forgot the silence after a good story.
we’ll give life to these embers with our lungs, hoping the sun reignites.
believers of today, believers of tomorrow, keep believing, keep believing it will all make sense.
even saints have secrets hidden beneath mud, make-up, and skin– be careful
a childhood promise shared in blood, a memory carved in our palms.
distant universe, collecting the excess drip of stars in my mind
buried somewhere deep beneath our frozen skin, fading quick, and retreating in, lie faint flick
be safe, children, but love the dangerous beauty around you; tremble before it in awe.
in a moment, in a second, in a fraction of the blink of an eye, it will happen. stay
take me away from this stagnant life we’re binded in, where air is taken for granted, and
you can either search for some forgotten life, or simply look up, and see life, alive, surrounding&n
they told us we were nothing but hands and feet, and tired lungs. made of dust, destined to return.
take photographs with your eyes; the entire world is before you and your mind never runs out of film
at the edge of the lake we stood transfixed by the dark blue ripples; dreaming of all the
come, all you children of the sun, come, all you glorious, eternal creatures.
reactivity is the antithesis of creativity.
the world is in flames, and you just sit there, reading the comics.
FUCK TRUMPBrooklyn, New York City, USAarnie - CC
YOUR DREAM VACATION …Little Tokyo, Los Angeles, California, USADoran - CC
Laura Siadak / Matthew Siadakfallenlights.net / backwardsknight.comWhen going through the list of mu
[…] Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,As with your shadow I with these did
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