Au RevoirHow strange, that a month of showers and rainclouds should inspire a third of my thoughts to clear starlit skies and water's nemesis, the flame. A psychologist could explain that.Au Revoir
How strange, that a student with mountains of exams and numerous other conflicts should feel compelled to be writing a montage of various thoughts. A poet could explain that.
How strange, that I'm actually going to miss this. I'm not sure that anyone can explain that.
When We Were FreshmenThe deliberate focus to uproot your investment in common sense can only be seen as aggressive.When We Were Freshmen
Subversive innocence cannot be purported to be a function of wanton verisimilitude, as melancholy years decide to continue their upset of destiny and assimilation of fate. It's just not natural.
So remember the days of verified innocence, when the seeds of a desiccated watermelon were used for makeshift greenery. Not so long ago, yet lifetimes for a seedling. This is how time has chosen to work.
Cast aside nuisances; they
April ShowersI was shattered. Lying under a focussed stream of nature's cruellest element.April Showers
At the cessation of the deluge, I stepped back to familiar sands. And the droplets began to fall.
First from my leftmost ear fell a squalid living curse. It wrought sorrow in the eyes of many before smiting the hapless passersby. The ants rose not again.
Then from a lock proclaiming victory from its perch atop my crest, there came a crystalline orb, so devilish in its purity that it destroyed the salinity of its recipient puddle, forever r
AmsterdamThere exists great trauma, off the shore of Amsterdam. The city of culture and normalcy has surely unpoisoned the sea, with tales of foreign conquest and domestic strife as lucid as the briny gusts from Norway.Amsterdam
God may not smile as much here, in Scandinavia, as may be the case in sunkissed southern Sicily. His affection is thought to be paid in golden raindrops; not the type that freeze in mid-leap before drowning streets in flashflood.
But it is well known that love takes many forms, and blessings are both truth and love. Thrust back invasion and root out such malice &
insomniathis state of mind stains me like a city's streets, tasting of black coffee and rusting keys here, I don't need to lift a hand to make words pound sharp and fast on the pavement-- I am high on the grease of motorbike accidentsinsomnia
if back home they loop script on tracing paper, this is only a callous scrawl, which
moves not unlike crawling out of bed
three hours before sunrise, when there is
no natural light, only the chemistry of something much more effective; a mind inching across
paper, a hand inching for the unfamiliar stars
the last summerthe sun is a terrible scorching on this last day of fair weather far beyond the beckons of snow and crows circling black dots above the whitethe last summer
the last summer
is one I want to remember but the bright air is tight and dead birds sing their unnatural silences, and squirrels lie flat on the pavement, waiting for something that doesn't come
my dress is light, but the bodice feels corsetlike. It is difficult to breathe, but even more so to know that this is the last summer,
a summer of hurled memories and sorrows
I can think of all the t
desert transpofrom the tips of my fingers, I am sure that if you split apart my arms, they will be sticky and cool inside, like the cheek of an oversweetened dreamdesert transpo
half of my questions are punctured by dust and rainfall, because I never ask them until it is too late. rather I keep them inside me to roast, slowly, in the absence of water
so I sit and learn to simmer
like a road black in midday-- it holds
a cigarette between its teeth and throws
your reflection back at you because then I know that riding hard
and fast and after someone is like
trying
Spring Break!
).
Big Grin
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In the future, I might take a more active role in the decisions I make.
Oh, and check this out: TheWritersMeow
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Don't look ahead, just run to me
Each step will find the next one, recklessly
We'll find ourselves on the safest ledge
Well pardon me, I couldn't help myself
-- Copeland - On the Safest Ledge --
*Letters-Words-Write ~writeaway
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In the future, I might take a more active role in the decisions I make.
Oh, and check this out: TheWritersMeow
Loz xxx
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