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Dave Bonta

In the park

drinking wine in the park the dog dancing as I look over the paper

Dave Bonta

White fragility

I ready myself for a ride in rough conditions with a chest of glass, my hand leased from a pretty lady and a paper head so full of sin I begin to see God.

Dave Bonta

Sunday morning

all the morning to herself and a gown for me— the paper

Dave Bonta

Cut Up

Where will I go when we call one another mad, pulling off bride’s and bridegroom’s ribbons, fooling like mad five o’clock scissors with my papers?

Dave Bonta

My love sends instant messages while she works: “I hope the reader might surface from a sea of paper. I lost the cable too, but it has just emerged— along with a packet of tissues, a lip salve & a hair comb— from beneath an ancient layer on my desk.” Five minutes later: “No reader yet, but two keys, three xd memory cards,

Dave Bonta

Correspondence

How did they do it, those long- distance lovers of old, waiting months for a letter to make its way by sea? And when it did, oh the slow parsing of its every word! Onion-skin paper like a bed of salt. Cursive writing like Jonah’s gourd vine, the work of a single night.

Cyrelle Campbell

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paper torn by those who don't like the story written on their body skin

Balachandran V

Faces

In between the sporadic bursts Between the heckling customers The intimidating bosses The gossiping colleagues In between the drudgery and monotony I doodle faces on bits of paper. Faces of men and women Full face and left profile – I have grown up with these people Though they remained the same - Adults passing through youth. From behind notebooks, inside novels Corners of text books and on pages left blank - From every possible piece of paper These Picasso profiles stare up at my face. Most of my women are beautiful;

avani redij

blank paper

Feeling are like Black paper No one knows what to do with it And want to do something that's complicated Then let it stay Black That seems more Fresh Than the the written paper Because written papers are expectations And expectations are not feeling So, it's better to be Blank paper

Ancient Artifact

My Origami Lover

i folded him into so many different shapes a tiger, a pig, a heart, a swan his broken bones turned paper thin with no time to recover a star, a frog, a cow, a sword until one day the creases became too worn to go back over and i ripped him apart in random, mindless chaos trash

bknrd1712

Feeling

There she sits Late at night The paper her canvas The words her colour She's good with words Written not spoken But not today Today she lacks the words The feelings too overwhelming She realizes she might start falling Falling for him Is it worth it Fear Hurting Waiting Feeling

allycat1324

Exam

The scrach of pens on paper The russle of a turning page When will it be over over over Keep your head down What is the answer to this question When will it be over over over Rembering long lost People, things, lives When will it be over over over "Pens down"