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Why yes, I did fall in love with the deep azure skies
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight
I would gaze at the varying hues and breathe a sigh
And yes, I did fall in love with the honey-toned earth
I marveled at how it could run in rivulets
Like a stream dancing across my tread-worn leather boots
But no, I never fell in love with the scarlet lights
That left a trail blazing for any who dared follow
To echo my footsteps was to hear this rifle take flight
Dear, I never fell in love with my own sable tones
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight
I would gaze at the varying hues and breathe a sigh
And yes, I did fall in love with the honey-toned earth
I marveled at how it could run in rivulets
Like a stream dancing across my tread-worn leather boots
But no, I never fell in love with the scarlet lights
That left a trail blazing for any who dared follow
To echo my footsteps was to hear this rifle take flight
Dear, I never fell in love with my own sable tones
Literature
Snare
& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him
Literature
Wrists
Wouldn't they look better
with scars on them?
They look so innocent
so human
they don't belong
Maybe if the cuts
show my mental pain
they would pay attention
and the voices would stop
Literature
Ensayo
¿Quién le enseña a la gente que no sabe querer, a querer?
No sé si es que el ser humano trae consigo al nacer esta extraordinaria virtud –la de querer-, y los que no sabemos, y nunca aprendemos, somos la mancha que eclipsa el normal funcionamiento de la sociedad; o si es una habilidad aprendida que simplemente no hemos logrado dominar con el paso del tiempo como el resto de nosotros. En verdad no sé, pero tampoco me interesa mucho que se me sea confirmado que estoy en lo correcto; es suficiente desasosiego con la suposición de ser un error, no creo poder con la certeza de ser uno.
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2010.10.01
This is called - extremely hesitantly - Rivulets in Sand.
I've only just managed to finish this, and I think I only just made it in time for ~Penessence's Afghanistan: The Pity of War contest, the news article for which can be found [here].
I was away for a while, so I didn't find out about this until now - it's unlikely I'll win though...this is such a haphazard attempt.
Anyhoo, anybody who's not reading this for said contest - enjoy! I hope you like it.
Scratch that, I especially hope you like it if you're reading it for said contest.
I support #dALinkSystem!
Brokenboy by =StarBoyDeath
This is intense. And absolutely amazing. A must-read for anybody with a semblance of literary appreciation.
::EDIT::
2010.10.24
Featured by =StarBoyDeath at #theWrittenRevolution
This is what he said:
"Why yes, I did fall in love with the deep azure skies
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight"
Those first two lines make me think of Owl City, to tell you the truth. The imagery is similar, albeit a slightly different style. Of course, as far as I can tell, the poem is actually about war, which isn't similar to Owl City at all. But I digress. As a general rule, I like prose better than poetry. But this poem was entirely impossible to resist. I love how it's formatted as if it's the response to a question.
Blog entry is here.
This is called - extremely hesitantly - Rivulets in Sand.
I've only just managed to finish this, and I think I only just made it in time for ~Penessence's Afghanistan: The Pity of War contest, the news article for which can be found [here].
I was away for a while, so I didn't find out about this until now - it's unlikely I'll win though...this is such a haphazard attempt.
Anyhoo, anybody who's not reading this for said contest - enjoy! I hope you like it.
Scratch that, I especially hope you like it if you're reading it for said contest.
I support #dALinkSystem!
Brokenboy 7.
He's on his way home from school, happily clutching a big blue birthday candle.
His mom looks at him lovingly, "Happy birthday."
The car spins out of control and he screams. His mom grits her teeth and slams her foot on the brake pedal. A truck speeds towards them, horn blaring, but it's too late; she reaches for him and cries, "I love —"
When he wakes up from the coma, she's already gone.
"— you," his dad whispers angrily, cheeks wet with tears.
The boy starts to tremble in his hospital bed. "Dad?"
"Why are you alive, when she's —" his dad's voice breaks, "she's —"
"I'm cold," his voice is barely above
Brokenboy by =StarBoyDeath
This is intense. And absolutely amazing. A must-read for anybody with a semblance of literary appreciation.
::EDIT::
2010.10.24
Featured by =StarBoyDeath at #theWrittenRevolution
This is what he said:
"Why yes, I did fall in love with the deep azure skies
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight"
Those first two lines make me think of Owl City, to tell you the truth. The imagery is similar, albeit a slightly different style. Of course, as far as I can tell, the poem is actually about war, which isn't similar to Owl City at all. But I digress. As a general rule, I like prose better than poetry. But this poem was entirely impossible to resist. I love how it's formatted as if it's the response to a question.
Blog entry is here.
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Wow. This needs more comments. [/hypocritewhofavedwithoutcommentingLOL] you know? I randomly heard this poem in my head today, weeks after reading it, and just kept mumbling it to myself throughout the day. I especially love the first and last line and how each stanza begins.