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Literature Text
Your words
Are the memories I've
Forgotten, drowned out
In the cacophony because
I'm trying to lose
The self I never wanted
To find.
Your voice
Is the melody
Of the gilded leaves'
Susurration.
The childhood
I never wanted
To misplace.
You are
The breeze
The leaves
The trees, the sky, the earth,
The ground which welcomed me
Back from the sky
I wanted so desperately to
Capture but knew I
Never could.
The sound of car wheels
Takes over the rustle of
Tin cans and broken glass
Reminding me of the windchimes
We used to make.
Dyed red but still
Beautiful.
The sunset to your sunrise
Perhaps that's all I
Can ever be
But in the end
That is all
I ever wanted.
Are the memories I've
Forgotten, drowned out
In the cacophony because
I'm trying to lose
The self I never wanted
To find.
Your voice
Is the melody
Of the gilded leaves'
Susurration.
The childhood
I never wanted
To misplace.
You are
The breeze
The leaves
The trees, the sky, the earth,
The ground which welcomed me
Back from the sky
I wanted so desperately to
Capture but knew I
Never could.
The sound of car wheels
Takes over the rustle of
Tin cans and broken glass
Reminding me of the windchimes
We used to make.
Dyed red but still
Beautiful.
The sunset to your sunrise
Perhaps that's all I
Can ever be
But in the end
That is all
I ever wanted.
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
The Nine Billion Names
The computer was finally finished.
The monks were done.
All nine billion names of God were now known.
The world was now going to end.
Reality started to stretch,
The quantum strings began to become undone.
Matter pulled apart,
The Big Tear had arrived,
Everything was warped.
The stars in the night sky faded away,
The moon turned blood red.
The ground began to churn and actually sink,
And then it began to simply fall away,
Revealing what was under the surface;
A black void with a lurid white core.
The sea turned to dust,
Falling away with the ground.
Everything was nothing,
And nothing was everything.
Infinity, Eternity, Tim
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Hm... it's a bit like what I feel sometimes, when I read someone else's poetry. At least the first line. I'm outside on my porch right now, in the shade, with sunlight shining on the trees... and so, this moment decided to be captured.
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thank you for share your work here on DA....while I read your words...I feel a sad and pretty feeling....I relate with that and liked how that words sound...you have a delicate and elegant way to write poetry...I respect and admire that in your poetries