

Tingle It's the tingle.Tingle by ~oceanevelyn
Churning up a soft spine.
When I think of it all,
When everything stops,
Nothing is tragic, and
I see your tragedy in me.
Replace the escape with
a ticking tock of time
And remind the sky
It has time to change.
Crescent by ~oceanevelyn

Potholes "Potholes"Potholes by ~oceanevelyn
Why art thou' roads so full of deepened dirt?
My teeth do chatter, back does harshly crack;
A nice spring drive turns into constant hurt;
Such roads are pains I wish the world did lack.
Unlikely it will be to read a sign,
For eyes won't read such distant shaky text;
Each word becomes a task and ev'ry line;
A quake bestowed, and mind is much perplexed.
You choose to take one road but then regret.
They're always fluctuating day to day;
Anticipate them when it does get wet,
And swerve often to miss their evil way.
May transportation one day cause less strife
Until th
~jhn
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~...and I hold my breath till it's more than I can take and I close my eyes and dream that I'm awake...~