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Time's arrow
Timeās arrow
The room was the same as it had always been. Concrete walls and floor, and a ceiling painted black, with one light bulb hanging in the middle of it, casting a shadow of the same man, who stood in the middle of the room, on each wall. At first, he was baffled at the fact that a single light-source cast four shadows of a single object. He looked for windows, but there were none, nor any doors orā¦
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Red whisper on a green day
Red whisper on a greenĀ day
Iāve tried to write us down before, As star-crossed soulmates lost in time, But now I know, we are no more Than natureās accidental rhyme. Weāve seen it all, like all of them, We were no further and no closer To the start the willow dreamt Than any atoms from our grower. No soulmates holds this world, and we, We are not special, you and I, Yet here we are, we can both see, In our āHelloā-less āGoodbyeā. Iā¦
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Self portrait - girl under the sea
Self portrait ā girl under theĀ sea
With my chest vibrating To the beat of my guilt And lungs suffocating Under all I have built, I lay; I undress My soul of itsā blue; I lay, restless, With regrets ā few ā but true. I lay there in the red As the waves overtake My ribs ā playing dead ā And my hands do but shake; For what could they grab, And what could they hold? When my love, Iāve stabbed, And the light is too cold?
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A D F O R R W
A D F O R RĀ W
Deep inside our cold cocoon, Long ago, before we knew That soon ā yet never ā we would bloom, We had thoughts ā true, though few. We had thoughts about that tree That would reach into our past ā A past so old we could not see Whether we grew slow or fast, A past so far we could not know ā Have we ever seen the light? Or simply felt the afterglow? The branches would grow tall and bright, And deep within itsāā¦
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Transition
My ribs started speaking A language I donāt know, My eyes, they are leaking Out the things I wonāt show. The body yells what words Will always fail to tell ā And so Iāll play the chords And in them I will dwell. Bring me that simpler song And I shall sing it well; This one, Iāll sing it wrong, It isnāt hard to tell.
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As years passed, I grew apart from the YA genre. Yet... I canāt help but go back to my old memories with Mara every now and then.Ā
An open letter
At a very early age, I learned one thing: this world is not fair, and the only gift everyone can receive from it, is yellow ribs. As time passed and I grew, I received mine, but I also realized that some people took it a step further, tainted them darker shades, from orange, all the way to pitch black. Someone with ribs as dark as the night sky had painted mine a warm yet disturbing shade ofā¦
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Deceiver
To make tools of human beings ā What a power that must be! To stripe words of their true meaning, So that āyouā can become āmeā. Such a grand plan you must have, Such a God you must be serving! His power you think you halve, So one half is yours for keeping. Who lied to you, I do not know, Nor do I understand how you, Out of all, could be deceived so ā You, master of all thatās untrue! But the truth is plainā¦
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Emit tsrif eht / sselrehtom
Emit tsrif eht /Ā sselrehtom
The little girl loved travelling to monasteries. She had learned how to read, mostly by herself, when she was 3, and since then she bought every book her dad let her buy. She read about saints and priests which she didnāt care about; what she did care about, was the incredible way simple black symbols on a white page could become letters, words, images. And so, she begged him to travel toā¦
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Orange
Never have I been a poet And never will I become one, But my soul, I want to throw it, To hear and see it come undone As it crashes against the words For which I looked between my ribs. The metaphors I stole, the birds, The colors printed on my limbs. But as I shoved my hand inside, Right in between my heart and lungs, I found they had already dried, My organs and their yellow tongues. So with no words, Iā¦
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Young old soul
The eternity of a second ago, he was born. Him and the stars, they witnessed each otherās births. But they envied him, for he had also witnessed the birth of time itself and everything that came before it. And so, they decided to sacrifice themselves for the mere purpose of trapping him into a cage he would never be able to escape, so nobody would ever see his greatness, which surpassed theirs.ā¦
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Beat
Itās like a beating heart. The pain is unbearable for 4 hours, the inside of my skull is burning, I have a fever, my teeth hurt, my entire body aches. Then the beat goes away for an hour and Iām completely and utterly numb, the heart stands still and I can only think, I want it to be like this, always. Then it beats again, Iām here, Iām not dead and numb, Iām still here. I have to look the littleā¦
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Symmetry
āThis is it,ā he thinks. āThe perfect hit.ā He straightens his bow and pulls back on the string, bringing it against the tip of his nose. The tension vibrates alongside his heart, loud as the raging bells of a church, loud as the waves of blood filling his ears, loud as the inside of his motherās womb. In the eye of the silence, thereās interminable sound. āThis is it,ā he thinks. āThe perfectā¦
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Help a girl out
Hi, a friendās trying to make it on youtube so Iād really appreciate it if he could get some support (or constructive criticism!) from any of you guys. Hereās his first (kinda) video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbghCN_lRjE
Thank you if you decide to drop by!
Green
Iāve been creeping around in the darkest room, blindly cutting my fingertips on guitar strings and edges of words, tripping on old songs I avoided listening to and landing face first on a rock made out of 3rd person narration. I havenāt seen the sun in ages, my windows are covered in layers upon layers of crow feathers and the sky shattered into a painted ceiling. Ducklings run around in theā¦
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Roses and other monsters
Roses and otherĀ monsters
Thereās no space and no time. Only a girl in a white dress, floating from nowhere to nowhere, since never until never. Then, suddenly, the first feeling makes its appearance, along with the hard ground she falls on; fear. From it, a bed of roses starts growing under her, the flowers making their way around her arms and legs, fresh little petals gently growing next to her skin. Sheās small andā¦
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God is dead (and so is the Devil)
God is dead (and so is theĀ Devil)
Somewhere in a van, a six years old boy is told to play with the body of a sixteen years old girl. Seven years later, somewhere in a garden, a four years old girl is told to play with the body of a sixteen years old boy. They do, and for a moment, God is quiet. Where was He? Where was your almighty God? Heās supposed to be everywhere. When the traumatised little boy was punished for crimes heā¦
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