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we're waiting
emaciated souls fall among the
promises of a better day,
memories drape like skeletons,
and we sleep, hands together,
to try and be pious prior to death.
we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths. the art of distraction is a
nasty one, at that.
the clouds are rending, it's always
hurricane season when the trees cry and
the oceans mourn. the heavens are
caving on top of us as the children
dance in the rain. purged clean,
washed out, they were expecting to be
free- but there are still spiders in their
throats, crawling through their voices,
and holes in their heads for the breeze
to whistle through.
they're the lucky ones, though, at the
end of the day. their vocabulary
only consists of the word please,
while we have a million ways to say
we've failed.
our only wishes are made to make the
horror corrode away
we're waiting to be saved
emaciated souls fall among the
promises of a better day,
memories drape like skeletons,
and we sleep, hands together,
to try and be pious prior to death.
we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths. the art of distraction is a
nasty one, at that.
the clouds are rending, it's always
hurricane season when the trees cry and
the oceans mourn. the heavens are
caving on top of us as the children
dance in the rain. purged clean,
washed out, they were expecting to be
free- but there are still spiders in their
throats, crawling through their voices,
and holes in their heads for the breeze
to whistle through.
they're the lucky ones, though, at the
end of the day. their vocabulary
only consists of the word please,
while we have a million ways to say
we've failed.
our only wishes are made to make the
horror corrode away
we're waiting to be saved
Literature
The Smallest Things
I didn't know how To see the beauty in life Until the first time I held your hand. The sun dipped below the horizon Painting our little world a rosy pink. We've grown so much since then. Your touch still makes me just as red As the first time And you taught me how to love The smallest things.
Literature
What Science Thinks of as Small.
It all starts with a quark, just one letter off from quirk
With directions, charm and strange, we know slightly how they work.
Together, they make protons (and neutrons if you prefer)
One’s pretty positive; the other, no charges do occur.
Stick them with electrons; an atom’s what you’ll make.
(Though, make them really large and they’re liable to break.)
With these, the possibilities really do expand
Since they’re really much more numerous than all the grains of sand.
From molecules that lead to life, to stars far out in space
The universe has ways for even the small to find their place.
Literature
in the box
is a brain, removed from shell
disconnected
from signal wires. still viable (?)
maybe.
blue teeth and instant grams
and gallons of conceit;
our granular portrait no longer flatters
unless dull spots and imperfections are rendered
out in the wash--
we mask and filter, ask and answer,
bask in banter
understanding no one ever even thinks
to change the thought they've already had.
old news, rotten
if revisited. inquisitive
minds have nothing better to do
but second guess assumptions,
better than first-blush conundrums
that don't fit the formula we've written
for how the world works;
it's absurd to think
this is where our
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I'm just waiting for things to fall into place.
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so I came back to read this again ( I like to go through and browse my favorites..) and I love this more now than the first three times I read it.
"we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths."
This is just brilliant. probably my favorite line here.
"we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths."
This is just brilliant. probably my favorite line here.