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soft spouted tears-
airplane wisps, sodden note,
tendrils turquoise
labyrinthine
calligraphy spirals;
pattern unknown
walk the writ maze,
burnished letters glowing-
smoke and mirrors
letter at last
-cold token of an end-
blurred ink and mind
forsaken day!
sheets of comfort recoil
-words of demise
mine from afar,
swirling into your heart
through paragraphs
journey detained.
life isn't soft paper;
why should we be?
airplane wisps, sodden note,
tendrils turquoise
labyrinthine
calligraphy spirals;
pattern unknown
walk the writ maze,
burnished letters glowing-
smoke and mirrors
letter at last
-cold token of an end-
blurred ink and mind
forsaken day!
sheets of comfort recoil
-words of demise
mine from afar,
swirling into your heart
through paragraphs
journey detained.
life isn't soft paper;
why should we be?
Literature
Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
Literature
Story of Man of Ice and Flame
There was a boy. No. A man.
His father was a Winter itself and turned the man to the ice. His soul was ice, his words were cold and he was loneliest person in the world.
There was a girl, a beautiful Green River and she hated Man of Ice for his father froze her river and destroyed everything she loved. She became the Frozen River, slick and cold and decided never to forgive the man of ice.
There was a boy, a Spring itself, and he loved the Frozen River. He taught the Frozen River to love again and he was melting her ice in his warm embrace. Oh, how the Spring loved the Frozen River. Day by day, week by week, month by month, he was freeing t
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Greed is to love as fish are to something
Dear, friend.
My love for you cannot be quenched.
So, if you would. Please, fill this horrible greed.
For, I need you. Any minute you aren't here. Is just...
Just.... Pain.
I need more of you. I simply can't fill this greed.
It's pain for you to be away from my arms.
Even though our love is forbidden,
It feels so right.
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Last poem of the night, a calm ending finally, maybe not happy but at least sort of mutual. Now I go to bed.
EDIT: I edited it. (why do I think that's amusing?) Anyway, I added punctuation and decapitalized everything. I fully capitalized the title because that's how it is in the real document and like it. Thanks to for suggestions Comments and critique always appreciated!
EDIT: I edited it. (why do I think that's amusing?) Anyway, I added punctuation and decapitalized everything. I fully capitalized the title because that's how it is in the real document and like it. Thanks to for suggestions Comments and critique always appreciated!
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