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Hey, in the twilight of the summer,
With the insects buzzing lazily
And meandering like drunken dancers,
Let's grab a hold of cloud-cattle
And lead our steeds across the sky.
Pegasus with his mane of stars
Springs from the head of a monster.
Born from decapitation,
He speaks of the night as his home
And of the day as his murderer
He says that he sees or remembers
The Greeks in their ancient happiness
And Archimedes leaping through his thoughts.
The streets are scarred by circles and circumstance
For such is the life of a mathematician.
They had no Christianity, neither does the Southern Cross
Though it's a saviour like the Virgin Mary.
The Catholics that speak quickly and think deeply
Can use it as a fabled compass
But the saint of crosses and murder is apathetic
And by the scorpion's tail
Rests the Orion of old,
Each chasing the other and lighting the sky.
Let's grab a cup of burning hydrogen
And laugh ourselves to death.
With the insects buzzing lazily
And meandering like drunken dancers,
Let's grab a hold of cloud-cattle
And lead our steeds across the sky.
Pegasus with his mane of stars
Springs from the head of a monster.
Born from decapitation,
He speaks of the night as his home
And of the day as his murderer
He says that he sees or remembers
The Greeks in their ancient happiness
And Archimedes leaping through his thoughts.
The streets are scarred by circles and circumstance
For such is the life of a mathematician.
They had no Christianity, neither does the Southern Cross
Though it's a saviour like the Virgin Mary.
The Catholics that speak quickly and think deeply
Can use it as a fabled compass
But the saint of crosses and murder is apathetic
And by the scorpion's tail
Rests the Orion of old,
Each chasing the other and lighting the sky.
Let's grab a cup of burning hydrogen
And laugh ourselves to death.
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Pennies
im that kid that you see as naive
you don't need me
you're free
but you want me to be
there for you if you want to
and what do i get
hundred reasons
and you don't even sweat
on the big things the stories
i'm raging and roaring
you're whoring yourself out again
and its boring
i'm boring a hole to the life you uphold
got a role
so i'll play it but this game i'm saying
its over
i don't need your silence
its over
one more reason i'm writing
its over
show me a feeling
or i'm right
its over
not gonna roll
its a no go
its over
i got a feeling you'll give up
its over
not gonna get with this get up
its over
show me you're reeling
you're no
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I'm not a poet, so this doesn't make much sense.
Comments and crit appreciated!
Comments and crit appreciated!
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So, today I discovered you. [please excuse how creepy that sounds.]
I think it's better to link you to the actual poetry guides instead of regurgitating everything. They helped me lots [and they still do], so I hope they work for you as well. Places in particular for you to watch out for are line breaks and concrete images.
This is one of the best ones on dA: [link]
And: [link] [link]
I think it's better to link you to the actual poetry guides instead of regurgitating everything. They helped me lots [and they still do], so I hope they work for you as well. Places in particular for you to watch out for are line breaks and concrete images.
This is one of the best ones on dA: [link]
And: [link] [link]