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Literature Text
I cry like I always do,
even though you flurry around my crooked
smile as if you're in a parade.
Placing my hat on your head you
prance away, naughty with mischief and
innocence.
The grubs you toss flutter away
as butterflies before me;
I suppose this is the passage of time.
My sweet gentleman, though
you dry up all my tears
you can't efface their gulches.
The vapor flies off my tongue at
sharp points that slice at your essence.
My cringes are all that keep you young.
You ride me through life,
a captain to calm the cascades of joy
and love that threaten to crumble inside.
Now I'm older than you by many times,
although still seduced by that lovely smile.
The truth can be so difficult to swallow.
Those butterflies return, wings torn and battered.
Enter my throat, where their legs of sapphire dynamite
prod and scrape up my slackened jaw.
Wisdom has come at the end when
it's far too late to make amends.
'You will never return home', I wish I'd said.
Finally washed and sudsed,
we collided at the mirror and
crossed sides, death with life.
even though you flurry around my crooked
smile as if you're in a parade.
Placing my hat on your head you
prance away, naughty with mischief and
innocence.
The grubs you toss flutter away
as butterflies before me;
I suppose this is the passage of time.
My sweet gentleman, though
you dry up all my tears
you can't efface their gulches.
The vapor flies off my tongue at
sharp points that slice at your essence.
My cringes are all that keep you young.
You ride me through life,
a captain to calm the cascades of joy
and love that threaten to crumble inside.
Now I'm older than you by many times,
although still seduced by that lovely smile.
The truth can be so difficult to swallow.
Those butterflies return, wings torn and battered.
Enter my throat, where their legs of sapphire dynamite
prod and scrape up my slackened jaw.
Wisdom has come at the end when
it's far too late to make amends.
'You will never return home', I wish I'd said.
Finally washed and sudsed,
we collided at the mirror and
crossed sides, death with life.
Literature
A History
Before Uruk and the fear of dust, when raven would reincarnate anguish into innocence, the oceanic justicier wove the fish-tales theogonous and we matched the scales. But nightly the tributaries wove, unnoticed, and the skein thickened and coagulated; and when the carrion-knights' took to wing and left the fabric entattered: men found stone, stone became pinnacle, and there were rumblings in the deep.
Early summer's afternoon: on the bus, the boy sings a song in every language. Older kids, at the back, laugh, &, O bitter reminiscence, he appreciates their warmth. One joins him, a rarity "hey
did you make up all of those words yo
Literature
The Meaning
We're all searching for a meaning,
To life, to love,
To sorrow, to death,
We think it must be a word,
a phrase,
some profound truth,
shining just out of our sight.
But what if,
life's meaning is but a butterfly's kiss?
It's the sight of that spring blossom
Welcoming the morning's light,
It's a friend's arm around you,
Amid grief's darkest night.
It's a waltz, that first kiss,
A teardrop's fall, the curtain call,
I see it in hands raised in worship,
And as tiny fingers greet the world,
Perhaps the meaning's not a word or phrase,
Neither a conundrum nor a matrix,
it's the sum of all our experiences,
The meaning is Life its
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
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I don't really know... this one can have so many different meanings I'm not even sure myself what I want it to mean. I hope someone enjoys this strange creation ^_^
Feedback is always appreciated
Specific questions:
What message did you get from the poem and what did you envision?
How can I make the piece more clear?
How can I make the ending stronger?
How can I improve the word choice of the piece?
Were there any lines you felt could be specifically reworked and improved?
Critique link for for #theWrittenRevolution: [link]
Feedback is always appreciated
Specific questions:
What message did you get from the poem and what did you envision?
How can I make the piece more clear?
How can I make the ending stronger?
How can I improve the word choice of the piece?
Were there any lines you felt could be specifically reworked and improved?
Critique link for for #theWrittenRevolution: [link]
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Wow, this is such an amazing poem. I feel like the message being sent his relaxation, with a bit of reminiscent feelings going on. This is a wonderful work indeed.
I find it hard to provide feedback on poetry, as you cannot edit it too much without altering the meaning of the poem. The only thing I could possibly suggest is the line "and love that threaten to crumble inside". The word threaten should probably be plural, but again, if it changes the context, ignore my statement.
Above all, great work. I'm currently looking for poems as examples for my poetry unit I will release soon. I can honestly say that you are indeed an inspiration to me. As a fellow writer, poet, and artist, I congratulate you on your remarkable feat!
I find it hard to provide feedback on poetry, as you cannot edit it too much without altering the meaning of the poem. The only thing I could possibly suggest is the line "and love that threaten to crumble inside". The word threaten should probably be plural, but again, if it changes the context, ignore my statement.
Above all, great work. I'm currently looking for poems as examples for my poetry unit I will release soon. I can honestly say that you are indeed an inspiration to me. As a fellow writer, poet, and artist, I congratulate you on your remarkable feat!