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Yellow MaskBroken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
cast adrift with the gold of ages; always.
There it lies, and there it remains,
And there it has always been,
This horrid yellow mask.
This horrible pallid monstrosity!
It calls to me, you see. Day and Night.
A vibrant horn erupts from the sea,
and sounds to call me away forever,
to the murky depths of the Aegean.
And if I walk to it, to see the source,
the sound stops, as if to mock me.
But the crabs and the cockles,
and the cowries in the sands,
they are the worst of actors.
This silence, save for the piping,
of the wind, and of the gulls,
cannot make me forget the blasphemy
that was the sounding horn.
Sounding in notes unheard before,
and unimaginably awful.
And that yellow mask,
broken in the vents of ageless phosphour,
and cast adrift with the gold of ages;
Barrelstow and DalstonFriday Morning. It was the month called May, and I'd never enjoyed the Sun as much as I did then, sitting on my veranda. My sister had just been born; Silvia, in all her glory. She's since grown, but I can remember how she looked that day as if nothing had changed. Mother was shivering, I remember. I was only eight at the time, but I was aware, and I asked her if she was alright. She said she had had the same shivering after I was born, and that, then, it had gone away after a week or two, and it would probably do the same this time. I smiled. A bee flew by me and attached itself to a coneflower maybe six feet away. I watched it take up the pollen and fly away again, newly burdened. Mother called to me to tell me I'd be late if I didn't get going.
I grabbed my book, pencil, and coat and started walking. I lived about three miles from the Schultz-Herod Memorial School in Dalston. It was named for two war heroes, they told us. Peter Schultz was th
The Cotton Tree I do not expect you to believe me— I can scarcely condone even myself believing; but if this is untruth, it stems from my own ignorance; for I believe it wholly. And how should I not? I shall explain my account of the story as I remember it—
This day we had been sent to buy bread from a baker who makes his home in a nearby town; we had made short work of the trip and had, at length, decided it far more interesting to stray from the familiar path on the walk home. On a length of trail where we would normally take the left of the fork, we instead took the right, and so became separate from any previous knowledge of the area that we may have had; and, realizing that we had no reason to stay on a trail that meant so little to us, we quickly walked an hundred meters perpendicular to the trail, and began to navigate by intuition through the noon-time forest.
After an hour, which would normall
The Modern PrometheusTo my frozen jaw, his hands reached,
they molded from clay that which has killed me,
But it is too cold for blood to run,
and for what purpose would it?
And to what end, and by what means?
For that which he does not mold
cannot take form-
He is the creator,
and his hands the carpenter's compass.
And as I lie before him now,
like a stone sculpture from the Tripoli of old,
I cannot help but elate in the life he has given,
he and his mistress whom we call the mind.
For had he not come to me this day,
(or I, come to him)
Then I shan't have discovered
this so fleeting thing called life-
in any form, save for that shaded box
in which one sits before creation.
WinterHer heart spills the freshest of evening blood,
warming her hands in the winter air-
but her finger-nails have long fallen to the cold.
Her limbs have grown pallor-
She now blends with the snow-
save for the red upon her hands,
staining the landscape with a pinprick of the deepest ruby.
And a swan swooped down anon, as if to mourn
for the death of such a beautiful thing-
and it leaned to her cheek, and so showed its respect,
and left- being sure to leave enough time for the crows,
for they do so love to watch the other spirits arrive.
OceanaThe captain threw his haughty voice through the night sky,
as the crow's nest began to topple down,
and a cry was heard from the ocean-
a sudden, explosive cry- as from a child in despair.
The cry grew louder- more devilish.
It became something entirely new-
something of a shriek- a cacodaemonic shroud of sound.
It coated the air, and every surface there-in,
it burst the ears of sailors and cooks,
and left them stunned to drown
as the ships planks gave way
to that horrid sound.
And as the hull found it proper,
it collapsed upon the crew
who had forgotten their loves,
their lives, and their mothers-
and a crack was heard
by the ocean-
such a fair maiden, she is.
And as the last cry was wont to fade,
her hand shot up
to grasp it by its heart
and pull it back
to it's salt-kept grave
just naughts below the captain's feet.
A Sudden War"I'm…Afraid."
Drops hit her head.
Lightning crashed as beckoned wails from wounded dogs.
Her face grew paler than it had in years,
since her last fit-
and she yelled to the sky
as freezing drops blanketed her nightgown,
yelling in their own right,
to show her that
she is once, and for all,
In Praise of MorningWith the rise of the golden sun,
the leaves come to life.
They shimmer and billow in the breeze,
and make the sounds which only insects hear.
The birds shake the dew from their wings;
And the Rabbit, in his pomposity, just sits,
taking in the Morning.
O requiem! the Night has gone;
"And it may never return," said the Rabbit.
But the trees did not wish this.
Nor did the birds, who find refreshing
the morning dew, and sunless rest.
But the Rabbit insisted:
"I have never seen the sun so bright,
and it is clear it shall never dim again!"
The birds prayed for Night once more,
to their nameless Gods, with faces bizarre.
And the Leaves and trees called to the Sun
himself, to let the Night Return.
But the Sun answers not.
Nor do the Bird-Gods with Armoured wings
and satin coats upon their backs.
"How is it," twitched the Rabbit,
"that you all so wish for the cold Night?
What has the night done but made you lonely?
Made you cold and scared?
And stolen away your closest company
until the Morning
The Lover's Feud with TuesdayBut with Friday,
in all of its precipitous glory,
so far away-
and without feelings;
how can one find it amorous?
How can one,
who is so much a cynic,
consider it anything
but the cruelest of all,
leaving you with but a taste
of this week's end,
with which so much joy is placed?
-But the lovers claim it theirs,
and so look forward
to its endless day,
and endless night,
that even the most neutral of days,
seem as a sadist to their love.
The endOur story,
was meant to be filled,
with love and hate.
But because it never started,
I never heard the end.
My bestfriendmy best-friend doesn't talk a lot,
Instead she's always drawing,
and if you asked me what she's drawing,
she'd tell me not to move.
In Love AgainI fell in love again today,
The same as I do everyday,
My first thought as I wake is you,
Delights that linger all day through.
Your words inspire me to dream,
That we might one day be a team,
Inspiring me to be my best,
To meet the challenge of every test.
As my day winds to a close,
I am the the only one who knows,
That the good my work portrays,
Results from your guiding ways.
With contentment in my soul,
Feeling satisfied and whole,
I'll close my eyes and sail away,
Because I fell in love again today.
TimeAshes fall from autumn leaves
Pain surrounds an empty heart
No mind understands the illusion of these
Time flows, sweet time now growing tart
The clock ticks, another note that the moments gone
Nothing here, there is nothing left anymore
So I take the steps to rid my mind of this dreaded song
My heart shattered, pain dances on the shore
The waves crash, my emotions wipe over me
I can hear a voice somewhere, maybe in my mind
I look out the window to nothing, I'm blind and can't see
My heart beats- there's another stop in time
I pull forward, reaching out in the hopes someone is there
He grabs my hand, and this second we share
I can only hope this second stays
For as it stays, my heart forever strays
A beat in time
Bird and FishBird shadows speeding down the tarmac.
You sit upon me, the black soot on your face.
I can hear the sounds of birds nearby.
I'm looking at you.
You have the wings of which you might not know.
Maybe a log of screaming beak and webbed feet.
I am a fish.
Alone on the roof with you.
I laugh, breathe, breath,
you look at me.
You hear a noise in your ears,
sea within a sea-shell.
Your hands caress my hair,
lazily to savor.
My hands caress your face,
splashed with sea water in your cheeks.
I can not drown in the highest
if your words buoyancy
Deliver your laughter wings
you dive deep into my heart
Your nose tickle my neck.
It is as black as sooty cheeks.
Our Silent SummerWhat I would give
to return to that silent summer
when the sky was bluer than the sea
when eternity was the present
because your heart belonged to me.
But your soul was broken
and so was my heart
and league by league,
we grew apart.
How long that silent summer
now seems to me
That silent summer I can now only dream of
when I could swear your heart
belonged only to me.
Lady meet your Gentlemanher eyes bloomed to
the sight of a rose
given from my hand
more than she can
fathom or understand
in other words. the
texture of her clothes
is a mixture of a
rose and water so
miraculously put together.
became so passionate!
we looked up at the moon
and the stars were lit
like a brides dress,
heaven was groomed and
pressed like fabric.
from this evening there
was only one thing left,
to reveal our thoughts
and feelings in words
and to use these words
to fight off discouragement.
and then we must relive this
night like a melody.
I gave you flowersI gave you flowers
You could not smell
The sweet melody love whispered
when we fell
I gave you gold
You could not see
How we shone our scars much
I gave you honey
You could not taste
Our tongues aching with grammar
I gave you a poem
You could not read
The lines never straightened for me
You gave me a song
I could not hear
Its notes disappeared
Like your hand
When it held mine
I gave you flowers.
Salveaza-maPlec! Alerg! Fug!
Privesc! Mă uit! Uit!
Aş vrea! Aş dori! Încă odată!
Vreau să ies... AFARĂ!
Salvează-mă să fim doi!
Eu şi tu, să fim noi!
Salvează-mă să fim doar noi!
Tu şi cu mine, noi doi!
Un înger, un demon... ceva interzis!
Să fie împreună... de neânchipuit!
Însă după întuneric vine şi lumină,
Demonul în înger îndată se transformă!
Cât vei mai îndura? Sau cât va mai fi?
Totul se-nvârte, însă tu nu ştii!
Dar când dai de greu te gândeşti la mine,
Mă gândesc şi eu că va fi bine!
Salvează-mă să fim doi!
Eu şi tu, să fim noi!
Salvează-mă să fim doar noi!
Tu şi cu mine, noi doi!
Barierele se sparg şi e mai bine,
Trec peste imposibil şi sunt cu tine,
Lacrimile şi supărarea m
To a DreamOh, love of mine, what brilliant seed hast thou planted?
That, in your place, such brilliant flowers have been wont to grow.
And vines of brightest green, that make grass seem cant, hid
your livid heart, and it's accompanied breast, so the world shall never know
of its honest beauty, and vital voice amid
this summer full of trivial things, that, in view, you'd always seem aglow.
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