Miraquill
You once told me
That beauty is terrifying
And you're right
But people hunt for fear often
Aloung bookshelves and carnival signs
Is it so surprising
That we fly towards the all consuming sort as well?
You once told me
Love is a two way street
With no shortcuts
And you're wrong
But we believe you enough that it does not matter
That there is love left on kitchen knives and park benches
Half built bridges all of them
Is it so horrible
To love where you can
If people are hungry?
You once brought me
A plastic wrapped brownie
And I said I loved you for it.
I can not look you in the eye long enough to fear you
But I will say hello on my way to the library and smile
For as long as I am welcome
You'd be surprized
How often we would be welcome
If we asked
©andthen
andthen
so this is how is it is
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It is a hard day
When you have to convince yourself to get a blanket
Sure eventually the cold will push you off toward the closet
But I sat down next to it once with that bundle
And the cold curled up on my feet
It didn't seem bad
I was just so tired
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When the world fights a war
Birds may be the first to go
Feathers buried under ash
Way before the first of snow
Leaving us to weather winder
Without thinking they'd come home
Again
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Setting Songs
Some people are shaped like light houses
The passage to safe harbor or a warning
Left from a by gone age
Left for the seabound
There is nothing to find here
Your ship spear itself upon spires of rock
Do not hide here
The storm will chance you better
Than this harbor
We sail by them, in our motorboats and sunhats,
And wonder at their majesty
As they try and tell anyone who would look a little closer
That the sea has no mercy for us
We're alone in it's hold without eachother
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Beauty is upon you like some horrible thing
It has left the place you didn't know it was hiding
To take something out of you
And left but a green spot in your vision
That you can't seem to blink away
There are thirteen thousand people looking
And you want to tell them.
There is no one next to you
But you want to tell someone.
Its like some untranslatable word
That you've forgotten from your mother tongue
That your grandmother used to tell you about mushroom hunting
All you have for it is the one you use at meetings
It is not enough
But beauty takes it from you anyways
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Once, when I was young,
The world was very old
Teachers talked of anchient times
Of wars and wounds they told
All things long rot away.
Far, far from today.
War is for barbaric folk,
War is long long gone.
But now I know the blood's still fresh,
Underneath our lawn.
And it feels
so
much
worse
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winter immortality
But it's not June
Before evening I'm old
And it's quiet outside the serniors' yard
Dust and brittleness flaking off of nothing
I don't want to keep it from them that it's wrong
That day is just another
cradle we fall back into
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Bassed off the opposite of "because its summer"
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Two of them
People talk about children in numbers,
5 months then 5 years then 5th grade and the five figure paycheck - so proud
An efficient rundown
But sometimes its interesting to see what they say before learning to be efficient
He fed red chilly pepers to the kid who keeps stealing bits of his lunch, her handwriting's illegible every friday, they call eachother over when theres something tasty and then fight over how to divide it and it makes no sence yet
I catch bits of it in passing
And its a happy thing
©andthen
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Tell me some of your little kid stories :D -
Clinic Leftovers - 2021
I broke the mesh stressball
It scaterred like running pearls
Aloung the doorway to my bathroom
I kept the litttle orbs from it on the counter for a while
Off to the side
They were so pretty you see
Like little bits of the pool
The bluest things you could ever see
So blue that they could only be made of something horrible
And I kept forgetting about them
Everytime I walked though the doorway
But they spilled over again today
Out over the tiles and onto the carpet
I got rid of them
With the rest of the old blood
Because I was right
And Lethe smells of chlorine
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andthen
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Greed
I want to live sometimes.
To live wildly with nothing to tie me down.
To run and dance and sing off key.
I want to breathe the most.
But then I remmember that what holds me down are beloved shackles not meaningless stones
So I walk along the river instead
Looking with longing now and again.
If I jump I either drown or dissapear.
Would you rather be you or free?
©andthen
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fireblast_
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Read MoreSometimes you're so insecure to explain things, you turn the mirror upside down, and let someone else dance in the spotlight.
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Painting: "The sick child" ~ Edvard Munch, 1907.No art worth a fortune was
Ever created out of happiness.
Misery has always been
Much more appetising...
©vivekr_27 -
Revelry
Everyone left their scales at home
Prancing around in brand new chrome,
Hardly looking;
Kinsmen took down the door
To scrub my blood off the floor,
I'm drowning.
Birds mourn their nest from far
Lying in a grave of music and tar,
Barely moving;
Letters couldn't pass the border files
Lifeless shadows on the bathroom tiles,
Who am I fooling?
Stats don't fall for sudden whims
But the heart breaks when the light dims,
Keep smiling;
She held the muzzle with great flair
Unobservant of the dreams in her hair,
The skies are blooming.
Crawled out to the lonesome pass
Emptied my sight into the trash
This belonging;
None would recognize my last trail
Barefoot I run into a revel,
I'm just fading.
©sagnik_sarma -
Silence , it's not a word but a full answer
When my words failed to express myself
My silence spoke
It has been just another word
For my pain
Silence gave me the power
To overcome
When my soul cried in torment
Silence has been so beautiful
When you tried to enrage me
Silence also became my wisdom
When your words became my pain
I am proud of my heart
That it practiced the art of silence
When you played, stabbed, cheated and broke my heart
And I gave you my answer
Not by my words
But only by
SILENCE........
©mjxing_21 -
The Aviary
Gall of wind on barren face,
A bitter kiss long forgotten
Within the ever gray aviary.
Each fowl and dove insistent,
Desperate, they enlisted,
To find a cage befitting
Of their pertinent prison.
Entranced by banal security
They lose the will to fly,
Perched on a nest of capital,
Forever fearful of the wind.
-C.L. Ximeneo -
Not everything that meets our eyes
But something that sails through and etches on soul is indeed beautiful.
©afrozakhan
