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HandRail Hands
I've never been the one to avoid using handrails on buses or subways, I hear "try not to touch that's" and "no sweetie that's dirty's" from concerned parents with their first borns, But, I see the handrails as outstretched hands of help, Holding our five fingers tight like you did on that first REAL date back in high school, You know, A little tense and a little sweaty, See- these handrails have been here far more often than we have, They are familiar with the bumps in the

M R McD
Jul 141 min read
Panic At The Disco
Is this my body I see my hands and arms, but I don't feel them. Have I gone numb I feel disconnected Yet my body starts to sizzle like a cracked egg on a heated pan My palms sweat but I don't feel the moisture On the outside, my body tingles like vibrations from old machinery On the inside, my body feels like a rod of copper radiating a strike of power I've been bitten and the poison is running fluid through my veins My heart races and my breathing follows suit My mind is sca

K.J.R
Jul 101 min read
The Crows of the Castle
There's a flock of crows scattering in the wind Seems to be a daily tradition Tradition or ritual Ritual or habit Habit or addiction A timeless loop It never seems to be productive No leader, no direction They often fight with one another As they fly in their endless loops They are loud Squawking over eachother Again making no progress in their conversations Which one is most important Are all important Are any important It's almost winter and time to fly south Yet they still

K.J.R
Jul 101 min read
Writers Block
It's like hitting a wall going 105, It's like jumping in a lake on the hottest day of the year to find out the water is frozen, Two broken legs, A confused mind, A broken pencil, A pen out of ink, A cup half empty with a leak in the bottom, A simile without like or as, A piece of paper left out in the rain, Rain in your coffee, Spilt coffee on your shirt, Red socks in your white load, A white shirt in your colors, An unfinished story, Like me, Like you, So try to keep writing

M R McD
Mar 241 min read
The Well
saw down in the earth- i did see, i wish to see the well, the well I do on this earth, I wish to see a wishing well filled with wishes I wished when I was well, remembering these will do me well, on days I am not so.

M R McD
Mar 241 min read
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