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Shes a fairy with broken wings
I used to go watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldn't find anyone in town to talk
About how no one like that
Should be confined to the ground
broken wings by sage francis.


i've tried to write, but i can't. can't think of anything, no matter what i listen to, whether i do or not. i've tried, but only ended up with a few sentences, and then my mind fails like hundred year-old ships with rusted turbines.
it's shit. all of these, i wanted to finish them, but never could:

there’s a soda can in his hand, smoking liquor an’ beer and everything she hates, he soaked up the aluminum and created her favourite blind gray eyes. she smiled, spiders hiding behind her teeth, her tongue holding onto words that never reached the dictionary.
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she shut the sun off, falling asleep on wooden shoulders and still chests, asking the UV rays to create a light show for the last eyesight on the world, to bring down the snow she never got to see. old bodies asking for water, but ending up with liquid moonlight - grainy and salty.
broken ships ripped through broken arms, tiny white roses softly kissing the maiden of water.

and i stopped. i couldn't finish either of them. and every time that happened, i felt like crying. not for the reason i couldn't write; i wasn't exactly sure what, exactly. but i can't handle it anymore, and i wish i could write as easily as i could. i wanted to ask someone to tell me why, but i knew no one could have the answer.

and i wanted to ask this:
how many more minutes do i have until my writing mind is all but gone.

you know, this morning, i looked at my cat, rowdy. he's always sitting on the couch when i'm on the computer, and he watches me. we'll sometimes have a little conversation, i'll get up sometimes and pet him, hold him, kiss him, and call him baby boy. i feel like my little cats are my children, and the more i see how he follows me everyday, the more i'd want to see a little girl or a little boy do that.

no matter anymore how many times i say i hate children. i hope, at least, one day i get to see a little girl or a little boy, adopted or not, with someone beside me or not, running towards me, jump up, and end up in my arms, calling me mommy. coming to my bed at night, whether there's someone next to me or not, telling me 'mommy, i had a nightmare.' and i'd pick them up, and cradle them in my arms, and wait for them to fall asleep.

i've been listening to sage francis, and every time i listen to his music, i start thinking a lot. not sure why, but i do. i don't know, i'm just thinking a lot lately.

and the sky looks pretty right now. i can't see any stars nor the moon from where i am. but as soon as i see them, i hope i get to touch one. i hope a ships comes down with a captain with happiness aflutter is his eyes, and lets me on his caravel. a claybourne voyage about the universe until i lose oxygen, and fall back through the clouds and wonder who is going to catch me bellow.



the entries for the contest:


banner/logo.

by ~talaren-chan
by *imagineccentricity
by ~lesca
by =NeonGreenSlushie

all-media oceanus.

by ~antoniagiovanna
by ~lesca


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black and white.





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