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Ode of the lady in blue (Poetry battle #1)
The red river flows from the greens of the west, a field of nothing but pain in the chest.
I stood on top of the greens and the reds, and planted a seed on an earthen bed. âRun away,â whispers the blue lady holding my hair, I canât because I have my long shadows following my way. And I begin to shift, to watch the lady blue in jove was I, and teary-eyed, for sheâs a shadow too. Here, I lay my dirt, for dirt was all I had before, here, I kiss the wounds of her hand, red in sore. And wounds were they, displeasing and acrid, yet none ever knew that she was erratic, uncanny, impassive, hence wounds in dead hues. There, we stand, purple tulips all we have, âI am found,â says the lady of the land. And all is done, red waters turn blue, all fields of dearth were planted anew; for lady is rich, and lady is true; and dashed in kaleido- from what once was blue. A field of truth is a joy in the chest, the red river once flowed from the greens of the west. END
-jbcabret & Phl, Waters (Poetry battle #1, April 21, 2015)
Apathyâs a bitch.
This isnât love Nor hate, nor rage; This isnât care; Nor fangs been bared. Tisâ apathy; Yes! tisâ certain, I uncare now, Iâm a villain. I who did none, yet maddened all, You, who saw none, but madness befall. I had once cared, now cry brittle sand, I pity you; your soul, your heart.
-Phl, waters (April 20, 2015)
Moving to new Tumblog
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On Isolation and the Gaps in Time
Silence, nothing but your only company. Silence, all that separates Time from itself. You hear nothing but yourself, alone, walking with the cold air, and breathing your thoughts in. For you cannot eat the world. You walk. You pause. And you walk again. And there, following you. Time, all by itself. Watching. Asking. Waiting.Â
As you decide to eat your lunch, you think about what you have done yesterday. Talked with friends or the people you think youâre friends with, read books, logged on the internet. And you pause for a moment, between sips, because you feel a tingling sensation rushing from your back to your neck. Perhaps it is the cold air. Perhaps.Â
You then realize itâs not. You see, the cold days are over and the yellows and reds are out in the greens again. There, watching you, is Time with its fast-beating heart; asking for your reply, is Time with its plain, sad eyes; and waiting, just waiting, is Time with its welcoming hand.
You hear nothing but the silence. You then find out that you are ever more alone, not in this moment, but in between the gaps of time. Knowing you have acknowledged the idea of it all, there, breathing, is Time.
The movement of water in the glass, the sound of trees dancing just outside your house, and the distant cries of the city burning in white flamesâyou start to notice everything. For Time has given you time. And between the gaps in time, you fall in its beauty.
You stand up and take your now-empty plates and your half-filled glass. You pause for a moment and you breathe the air you shared with Time. And there, alone again, you smile.Â
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Moving to new Tumblog
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This is the thing.
Glow.
Pale and dying.
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