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Lying on the lawn on an autumn day,
I weep with the culms of grass,
long with the leaves on the trees;
with these blind spots in my vision,
no sun, but black holes puncture
this very dreary sky.
Light flares burned these holes in my retinas,
watching the goddess in the evening dress
smoke her cigarette - sunshine bursting
from quaternion equations; indescribable
beauty in thousands of iterations.
I kissed a hundred denatonium
stained lips since I ceased
being rich and now my arm is shattered
and I can't play the cello anymore.
You took the sun with you when
you left and made being alive
nothing but a distant memory.
There is no life without light;
there's no life without light,
no life without love, no love
left in this blazing darkened sky.
--
Oh, there's nothing quite like a day spent
in a cloud of ether vapour - amazing
what fun things you can do with
a Bunsen burner...
The others in the lab keep pretending
our work still had a point. They don't know
that the very matter, dark and light -
the very matter that made anything matter
is gone from this lonely planet earth,
leaving us to die in an eternal quiet night.
I weep with the culms of grass,
long with the leaves on the trees;
with these blind spots in my vision,
no sun, but black holes puncture
this very dreary sky.
Light flares burned these holes in my retinas,
watching the goddess in the evening dress
smoke her cigarette - sunshine bursting
from quaternion equations; indescribable
beauty in thousands of iterations.
I kissed a hundred denatonium
stained lips since I ceased
being rich and now my arm is shattered
and I can't play the cello anymore.
You took the sun with you when
you left and made being alive
nothing but a distant memory.
There is no life without light;
there's no life without light,
no life without love, no love
left in this blazing darkened sky.
--
Oh, there's nothing quite like a day spent
in a cloud of ether vapour - amazing
what fun things you can do with
a Bunsen burner...
The others in the lab keep pretending
our work still had a point. They don't know
that the very matter, dark and light -
the very matter that made anything matter
is gone from this lonely planet earth,
leaving us to die in an eternal quiet night.
Literature
nothing more
He likes girls who slowly break him
give him bruises
internal scars and memories
tear marked pillows
She likes guys who are a challenge
give her goosebumps
something to think about before sleep
anxious sigh
He likes girls who laugh at his expense
have quirky smiles
cute giggles and sparkly eyes
a good audience
She likes guys who keep their distance
have time alone
stay away, no thing as authentic comfort
'danger, keep away'
He likes girls who teach him about love
it doesn't exist
authentic love is just an idea
and nothing more
She likes guys who don't say the 'l' word
she has said
"your love is fickle."
and nothing mor
Literature
Hate
I hate
I hate well
I hate feverishly
I am the churning acid in your stomach
I am the blood pounding in your head
I am the white-knuckled fist clenching to strike
I am the red haze dimming your eyes
and clouding your mind
I am the rage that lashes out at the weak
the small and defenseless
justified by tears and fueled by alcohol
I hate passionately
I am the shaking in your hands
and grinding teeth
nails digging into your palms
I am everything you hate
boiling to the surface in a froth of
bile
blood
and excrement
I am the indiscriminate spray of bullets
at the school
church
nightclub
I am the madman raving on the news
heaping blame
Literature
Hope
Our world is brimming with hatred. It molds our interactions with others and guides our thoughts. We let hatred fuel our actions, and we leave hatred in our wake. Hatred breeds hatred. It is hatred that keeps us alive and gives us new strength. It is a constant in our broken and crumbling world. Though many try to deny it, hatred guides us all. Without it, we would be lost. Will you spread hatred?
Our world is brimming with hope. It molds our interactions with others and guides our thoughts. We let hope fuel our actions, and we leave hope in our wake. Hope breeds hope. It is hope that keeps us alive and gives us new strength. It is a constan
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"Light flares burned these holes in my retinas,
watching the goddess in the evening dress
smoke her cigarette - sunshine bursting
from quaternion equations; indescribable
beauty in thousands of iterations." the language in this stanza is absolutely breathtaking, i have no words to describe the mesmerizing fluidity of each image to each line. i desperately want to hear this in your voice. then this,
"The others in the lab keep pretending
our work still had a point. They don't know
that the very matter, dark and light -
the very matter that made anything matter
is gone from this lonely planet earth,
leaving us to die in an eternal quiet night." of all the poetry i have read in 2014 thus far, this stanza has to be my favourite. this is not a compliment, this is truth.
watching the goddess in the evening dress
smoke her cigarette - sunshine bursting
from quaternion equations; indescribable
beauty in thousands of iterations." the language in this stanza is absolutely breathtaking, i have no words to describe the mesmerizing fluidity of each image to each line. i desperately want to hear this in your voice. then this,
"The others in the lab keep pretending
our work still had a point. They don't know
that the very matter, dark and light -
the very matter that made anything matter
is gone from this lonely planet earth,
leaving us to die in an eternal quiet night." of all the poetry i have read in 2014 thus far, this stanza has to be my favourite. this is not a compliment, this is truth.