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8 years 7 months ago #200165 by
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Above the Tideline

When storms had tossed their last
When shifting sands had settled
In between frosting glass
And shards of salt-rust metal
Our driftwood bed awoke
Brushing seaweed from our eyes
No longer afloat, here
Above the sweeping tide

Each current, every squall
Every wind which skewed our course
Those times we risked it all
Never hoping for a shore
Across these silent dunes
Look long into my eyes
I will return your gaze, because
We lived; we have survived.

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8 years 6 months ago - 8 years 6 months ago #201572 by
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A creative... half story half poem.

Jump us out of here mr hopper.

Jump us out of here mr hopper. Quick as a fiddle, jump us out.
Scramble out of here mr hopper. Scramble away- Get, Go... Ha.
Hop.

A moment of mindless opposite of feeling- oh how delightful my mr hopper!
A fleeting change of gravity- oh how exciting my mr hopper!

.........

I need you here now Mr hopper. I'll never be enough alone, and i need you.
I can do it Now Mr hopper...

... Breathe, oh breathebreathe in...

But oh stay with me my Mr hopper, just in case I fall...

I'll Abandon my dear words for you Mr hopper. Let go of sweet melodies for you Mr hopper.
How [strike]cursed and [/strike] blessed I am to love [strike]and need [/strike] you my Mr hopper.

......

Mr hopper, where have you gone? I miss the land you took me to. Mr hopper, Mr Hopper, I'd love to fly away with you.
Where have you gone oh my Mr Hopper?

Am I so sodden Mr Hopper with such weighty tears that your wings will not lift us off?
Is my shadow Mr Hopper so sewn, to a heavy ground so that I cannot fly with you?

...

Mr Hopper... I can't bear to look at you now. You disgust me. You... are foul, revolting, cruel.
It's your fault Mr Hopper. Yours. Sincerely... Mr Bloody. Hopping. F**king. Hopper.


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To know Mr Hopper is to fail Mr hopper so theres hope mr hopper in not knowing.
But to fail Mr Hopper is to not know Mr hopper so theres chance I too am failing mr hopper.



Jump away from here Mr Hopper, whenever it's time, you can jump away.
It's okay Mr hopper. Go gently your way mr hopper.

Go, and hop, and smile.
Vusuki, 01-09-15
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8 years 6 months ago #201589 by Proteus
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elizabeth wrote: Drip...
So heavy my limbs,
So tired, such an effort to rise up from the comfort blanketness the warm doziness that has fastened me securely to the darkness behind my eyes,
Drip...drip
Yet it disturbs me,
Like an echo that swirls slowly around,
That sound,
Drip.....drip
It calls to me with shattered teeth,
Painful stiring within my bones,
Wounds the silence with its sharp breath,
Drip.......drip,
I am falling into myself,
With sweet abandonment,
Gently darkness caresses' each curve and I am melting into familiar feelings,
Yet....
Drip.........drip
Such a battle just to turn my head,
My cheek resting against the soothing marble,
Eyes flutter like dying wings,
Drip..............drip
There is a pattern of life that smears the reality of the surface it barely touches,
It spreads,
A flow that leaks into each line,
Reflecting surrender,
Drip.........................drip,
I am undone,
I cant turn back, too many steps along this path,
Barely a choice, more a natural feature of the stumble across what holds us here,
And what are we?
If unable to be?
If it slips away, as a wave will flow back into the ocean,
And you cannot bear the uncovered bleakness?
Drip..
Welcomed into the eternity of nothing and nowhere
That reaches eagerly to taste the last memory of what is.
And........
Silence so deep you can taste the metallic flavour....


...

“For it is easy to criticize and break down the spirit of others, but to know yourself takes a lifetime.”
― Bruce Lee

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8 years 6 months ago - 8 years 6 months ago #201686 by
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The Door and the Darkness

I followed you down
Lower, towards the treeline
Where, deep in opaque shadow
We found an old house
Crouched beneath the twilit dawn
Wooden steps dark with dew
You turn a handle, step through
Into darkness, utter black
A silence like the dying night

On the steps, and though I
Never see your face, I know
Like the trees, the house
The door and the darkness,
You are another me.
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8 years 6 months ago #201901 by
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Sonnet 73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

-William Shakespeare

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8 years 6 months ago #202293 by
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Take me to the place
Where through pink morning light
Frost blossoms from power lines
And windows mist with thin sheets of ice
The bonfire fragrance of November
Meeting harsh breaths, clouding through
Silent streets. The crunch of impatient
Feet, not walking, just stirring
The white place where pavement was.

Take me to the place
Where birds have a red cheeked hue
Their fairweather friends taken flight
On feathers too fine for the dark season
Of endless twilight, a veil of silence
Which sways the shivering sleepers
In too-thin bedsheets, and rocks
The alert and waking summer
Into uneasy dreams.

Take me to the place
Where the gentle river becomes a sheet
Of metal, of glass, of bedrock
The foundation of
A silent world.

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8 years 5 months ago #204529 by Amaya
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If you cut enough times with words do you imagine I will feel your pain?
Will the guilt for being a cause of your turmoil close the distance between us?
Will it change how I feel?
Give me a new perspective?
No.
It raises defenses and rages, burns out all that was ever there.
It furthers the distance until I no longer see.
Clouds the reality
Destroy everything and when its spent nothing has changed.
Except..
Except I no longer wish to try, I have no empathy because, my love
Words are hollow and meaningless and like the weapons you choose to wield them as,
Sadness and love are passing storms and they destroy not build.

Everything is belief
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8 years 5 months ago #205096 by Edan
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Death hangs a long way off. Do I just wait
And pass my youth through to my greying days
In petty pastimes, and misery for ways
Of life I dare not hope to live? My gait
Is twisted and my speech uncouth. I hate
The pity and the distance set around
By those who see and dare not know, so bound
By other’s expectations. Am I too late
To live; to study how to learn; to try
And fail yet seek another way to give,
To gain myself? In this exchange the dry
Desert of my poverty may flower – live
In ways undreamed – and the pain of fading
Hopes will disappear in life’s rich trading.

Jonathan Griffith

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8 years 5 months ago #205097 by Breeze el Tierno
Pacific Womb

by D.A. Bird


Life is cradled, only just.
Life is cradled, not lives.
Footprints heal immediately, the sand
resists any memory of us.
Bitter water roars, swallows every name.

I have seen the ocean breathe the tide,
give birth to foreignness, casually annihilate a body,
swallow the sun without incident.

They have never looked for you before.

I have seen the Gods of Deep Places,
seen Khaos and Kosmos move,

They do not move us.
They move All Things and so we are moved.

I have seen the ocean breathe,
press an empire of original disarray,
places light has never caressed, where
light is not the thing for seeing.

The bellow-breath sends the sea up to my knees,
drowns Leviathan,
fingers the sand from under our feet.
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8 years 5 months ago - 8 years 5 months ago #205114 by
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DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray
From thy loved one's eyes all day,

And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,

When far sever'd from her sight.

Powers eternal, distance, time,
Like the might of stars sublime,

Gently rock the blood to rest,
O'er my senses softness steals,
Yet my bosom lighter feels,

And I daily am more blest.

Though I can forget her ne'er,
Yet my mind is free from care,

I can calmly live and move;
Unperceived infatuation
Longing turns to adoration,

Turns to reverence my love.

Ne'er can cloud, however light,
Float in ether's regions bright,

When drawn upwards by the sun,
As my heart in rapturous calm.

Free from envy and alarm,

Ever love I her alone!

1767-9.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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