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I've spent years clawing at stars
Made of the most beautiful diamonds
Praying to touch
A God.
-
I swam in liquid onyx,
With a kaleidoscope body -
Bar identity.
-
I pray for serenity,
The selfless sense of peace,
Like the scent of red roses
Caught on a warm, summer wind.
Knee high strands of lime-green grass,
Smother the starflowers.
They hold hands
And flirt
With the iris blue sky.
I revel in the beauty
Of kissing a sun,
The pink of my lips
Trail
Shimmering stars.
I stitch my words to paper,
With bloodshot thread
Choking down
The blackest of ink.
A discovery of unspoken words
That drip
Of deep, amber
Love.
-
And so,
I sculpt perfection
Onto the face of a marble moon.
Moving my fingers across
Glittering curves,
And through soft,
Cherry blossom hair.
-
I've spent months finding comfort
In the gaze of glimmering starflowers,
Their obsidian stems
And polished crystal leaves.
Made of the most beautiful diamonds
Praying to touch
A God.
-
I swam in liquid onyx,
With a kaleidoscope body -
Bar identity.
-
I pray for serenity,
The selfless sense of peace,
Like the scent of red roses
Caught on a warm, summer wind.
Knee high strands of lime-green grass,
Smother the starflowers.
They hold hands
And flirt
With the iris blue sky.
I revel in the beauty
Of kissing a sun,
The pink of my lips
Trail
Shimmering stars.
I stitch my words to paper,
With bloodshot thread
Choking down
The blackest of ink.
A discovery of unspoken words
That drip
Of deep, amber
Love.
-
And so,
I sculpt perfection
Onto the face of a marble moon.
Moving my fingers across
Glittering curves,
And through soft,
Cherry blossom hair.
-
I've spent months finding comfort
In the gaze of glimmering starflowers,
Their obsidian stems
And polished crystal leaves.
Literature
Water For Tea
Something simmered on the stove-
I turned it down for he was there,
in the half-light by the door;
I think it was water for tea.
The air went thick and fathom blue-
there were fingers in dark curls.
There was wet and bubbling warm;
there was bread with butter for tea.
He grew like mystery, like heavy weather.
I drank him like hope, he left pearls on my lips.
There were fingers in dark curls.
I think it was water for tea.
Literature
I'm Just Waiting for the Rain
He keeps his umbrella close, but never opened. Storm clouds roll in and out of his life, but they never stop to even wet the ground.
He wakes up every morning at 6:15, stays in bed for another five minutes, and takes a shower that lasts eight and a half minutes. He eats two slices of buttered toast and a small tumbler of orange juice. He dresses himself in a blue button-down with a striped tie and shines his shoes so that he can see his face. If it's cold out, he wears his black trench coat and if it isn't, he just wears his sport coat. He carries his briefcase every day, along with his umbrella. He can't forget his umbrella. The train leave
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Coffee-Stained Letter
Dear Stranger,
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most,
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"I spent a while today writing a poem that I now feel is too long and contains too much. So I'm going to split each stanza into its own poem.
This is stanza 1. This is not a finished a product, I'm just putting this up and I will add to it repeatedly
"
Edit: It's taking shape.. Slowly.
Edit 2: so, I've added more from the other sections. I also had an odd dream/spiritual experience last night. Which I'm going to try and explore with the second stanza. This is in no way complete. I guess this'll be a long one.. I've also separated the sections, each will be further developed.
Edit 3: Each section represents a different idea. Some represent sequences and happenings in my head. I added parts of "Serene," "Starflowers," and "Moonshine" into this poem, the images conjured up in it were perfect for what I'm trying to represent in this piece of work. *Sigh* Still nowhere near finished, it seems like the story wants to get longer the more I add to it.
"I spent a while today writing a poem that I now feel is too long and contains too much. So I'm going to split each stanza into its own poem.
This is stanza 1. This is not a finished a product, I'm just putting this up and I will add to it repeatedly
"Edit: It's taking shape.. Slowly.
Edit 2: so, I've added more from the other sections. I also had an odd dream/spiritual experience last night. Which I'm going to try and explore with the second stanza. This is in no way complete. I guess this'll be a long one.. I've also separated the sections, each will be further developed.
Edit 3: Each section represents a different idea. Some represent sequences and happenings in my head. I added parts of "Serene," "Starflowers," and "Moonshine" into this poem, the images conjured up in it were perfect for what I'm trying to represent in this piece of work. *Sigh* Still nowhere near finished, it seems like the story wants to get longer the more I add to it.
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Very good!! I really like it... it flowed so well.