undone's published ficlets
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Gone South
No regret,
nothing left.
Maybe it’s my
heart left to blame,
for its gone
south with the rest,
waiting for something
to put it… -
She's one of a kind
She’s like Snow White
on the street,
ready to eat.She’s like Rapunzel
with hair so long
it can’t be beat.She’s like Cinde…
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A wish for another day
Day One
She had black eyes. They were beautiful, if not amazing. They were gleaming in the sunlight, but that was as far a…
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Underneath the cycle
Just point
and blame
and walk in shame.
All ye’ need
has gone to waste.
Nothing left to stare
upon.
Doing things that
you’ve … -
Walking alone
I can’t stand the way you walk,
the way you talk.
It don’t matter,
nobody matters.
You certainly don’t care,
about anyone,
bu… -
Ready, Get Set, GO!
Watch it.
Watch what you say.
No running now,
So fire away!!!
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The motherhood
Ma,
no one ever, ever, ever
said it would be easy
to be you.
Of course you’re tired.
Tired of us!
And sick of us too
‘cause n… -
Silent
bite your lip
bite your tongue
just shut up
just be quiet
there’s no point anymore,
talking. -
One more time
So, one more tissue,
So, one more time,
So, please just let me cry. -
Goodnight
No one spoke,
No one said,
About anything,
Before I went to bed. -
Other side
Incorporated doom
To the end.
Judged in,
Judged out,
Gave many let downs. -
Powder
White powder dust
Captured the free,
Lost their minds
Far beyond the sea. -
Lost
In the lost world,
You’re out of the loop,
Out of rhymes,
Out of time. -
On the wall
Window, window,
on my wall.
Can you stand, through it all?
Rain or shine.
Hail or snow.
Will you not let the breeze go? -
I am...
I am the background
not even
good enough to be a wallflower
I am mute
able to speak
but can’t
I am a notebook
events always w… -
One word.
Why is it so far away?
One word,
can break me apart,
chip me down,
skinny.Why is the light always on the other side?
But w… -
Hear me. See me.
I will stand,
I will tell,
The world my name
Before it all comes to an end.
Breaking and crumbling
Into dust.That shall not…
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A poet's challenge.
A pencil or a pen,
I don’t care.
I just need to get one,
quick!
Oh, no.
It’s almost gone.
Where’s paper when I ever need it?
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Winter Cold.
I’m breathless,
numb.
I feel like a bunch of cotton balls
the size of rams
have been shoved up my nose.
Everything feels forg… -
Confusion and the rest.
I wonder why.
Why?
Why are some people,
Just too hard to even describe.
Why don’t some people,
Even know how much,
Confusion,...