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a gardener's ailments may include
hypokalemia.
the valley at thirteen is
missing evergreens;
heart poison, low on oxygen
and their blood is running thin.
hypokalemia.
the valley at thirteen is
missing evergreens;
heart poison, low on oxygen
and their blood is running thin.
ventricular tachycardia.
dusty skin against the rust,
clutch at the whispers of
their fluttering pulse.
dusty skin against the rust,
clutch at the whispers of
their fluttering pulse.
quiescent beauty.
something new is happening.
asphyxiation and amethyst anthers;
violet delights have violet ends.
something new is happening.
asphyxiation and amethyst anthers;
violet delights have violet ends.
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pressed flowers
you take the staleness of routine
and make it into bakery visits
& quietly exhilarating afternoons
pitch black car rides
arriving at the city lights
and homes left
untouched but seen
you hand the world to me
in debris
and i still bear it gently,
springtime in the palm of my
frostbitten hand
and in your morning bell toll tones
you are fearless
you crushed death into art
and tucked it between stories
you helped me smell like summer again
even with salt on sidewalks and cracked hands,
you made frames from frost
and hung our breath on the walls
alongside abandoned branches and winding limbs
there you are
smiling
Literature
Canon in D
For him, colors flowed as freely
as the sweet, piercing music that so
stirred his soul to these heights.
The air carried the scents of the seasons
– each lovely in its own way –
just as it held aloft the Gull and the Raven,
both deserving of his love, and receiving,
though they never were wise enough to know.
His life was a tempest he never strove
to tame, an eagle content to soar forever.
And while this tempest battered and bruised,
it never broke. There was an improbable strength
in perceived fragility, in the ephemereal smiles
and fey, dark eyes that could be stirred to tears
simply because a song was beautiful
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A life of love
She feels sad
She has dreams
She needs to love
And to be loved
Her life isn't easy
But she's strong
She's smart
And she has a heart of gold
I want to be
The one that makes her happy
And fufills her dreams
Of love
Of friendship
Of building a family
I'm a broken person
And so is she
But togehter
We can do it
Our sorrows will go away
Our dark pasts
Will be forgotten
And happiness
In every sense of the word
Will be ours
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you can pry my lowkey obsession with toxicology from your own cold, dead hands.
Day Three of NaPoWriMo/gliitchmonth!
Day Three of NaPoWriMo/gliitchmonth!
So sorry this is late! I had to build a sculpture out of fruits two nights ago for my art project and then today was the firing squad real SAT so I was studying yesterday (even though the test is easy for me) and there's not enough time to do anything so forgive me for falling behind—I'll catch up!
(Also, any thoughts on experimenting with alignment?)
edit 4/13/17: stop and smell the flowers again. digitalis revisited.
(Also, any thoughts on experimenting with alignment?)
edit 4/13/17: stop and smell the flowers again. digitalis revisited.
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This is a bit haunting, but I love it. I read it three times. The progression of thought is so smooth.
As for experiments with alignment, those are fun. I Iike the way you have it here, it works and matches the flow of the poem.
As for experiments with alignment, those are fun. I Iike the way you have it here, it works and matches the flow of the poem.