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Literature Text
she never had eyes as bright as
cold
or song as clear as
dark
but ever into her starry skies
I withered,
drawn into abysmal depths
by the promise
of a ravaged warmth,
somewhere near the centre.
now,
at the zenith of her autumnal beauty,
I find myself lost;
her brilliant voice
in prosepoetry elegance
shall whisper "I love"
into corroded dark
and tear all of the roadblocks
forcibly
from my mind.
cold
or song as clear as
dark
but ever into her starry skies
I withered,
drawn into abysmal depths
by the promise
of a ravaged warmth,
somewhere near the centre.
now,
at the zenith of her autumnal beauty,
I find myself lost;
her brilliant voice
in prosepoetry elegance
shall whisper "I love"
into corroded dark
and tear all of the roadblocks
forcibly
from my mind.
Literature
Ambers Waves, Blue Eyes
Fingers like a willow, bending at his whim
Run through amber waves of grain.
(blue eyes and somber cups of tea defined evenings and testimonies of simpler things)
He will hold her in his eyes the blues ones and tell her secrets of the world
Like pixie dreams and broken seams and tired, creaky balance beams;
Intertwining fingers and clasped hearts.
Finally.
Literature
spine
a steepled body, framing
claiming your nerves
i suffer from the weight of
sorrow, creak under
secrets kept
this is a script for your cracks, a
length of lilac, smokey quartz
painted marrow tunefully
so serpentine, oyster
bruised, the wisdom sleeps
through, cat-like vined
i sprout a calcium tree, we
collapse through intwined
spines
the silent incredible softness
the kind of silver you
shouldn't see, clouds
frosting our hills of
everlust
opening cream to dusty kiss
i arch and peel off the layers,
feeling each
snap
vertabrae embrace to a
chattering mile,
ache to twinge, verge of
chalky cliff, this
boned fragrance to b
Literature
Eyes sparkling.
Walking up the drive
I could hear music playing.
Our music, I smiled.
knocking on the door
I heard her yell out to me,
'Just a minute, please.'
The music softened
She opened the door smiling,
Ready to greet whoever.
'Hi' she said breathless.
'Hey, how's it going.' I asked.
'Still living.' she replied.
I walked in laughing
Her eyes sparkled like the ocean,
Only the colour of brown.
Her hair soft as snow
Mixed colours of brown and blonde,
Cascading down her.
She is beautiful
And shes lighting up the world,
One smile at a time.
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