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May 25, 2005
05.04.29 by ~Synalle
From the first time reading to the twenty-first, it strikes me with every review; the depth of emotion, the symbolism, the careful wording, the stark honesty of expression that makes art.
From the first time reading to the twenty-first, it strikes me with every review; the depth of emotion, the symbolism, the careful wording, the stark honesty of expression that makes art.
Featured by ndifference
Suggested by DeirdraChaeli
Literature Text
If I told you
I don’t
you—anymore — Maybe
I never did
I wonder if you would survey
me with those
saddest
sweetest
yet have I been unpromising:
your eyes.
once offered had I but
with
time
withdrew
it, as if un-
never-
spoken.
I don’t
you—anymore — Maybe
I never did
I wonder if you would survey
me with those
saddest
sweetest
yet have I been unpromising:
your eyes.
once offered had I but
with
time
withdrew
it, as if un-
never-
spoken.
Literature
22-23-22
1.
A loud rumble pushes its way in among my turned up radio. It doesn't complement the music well, so I pull off the side of the road. Sure enough, my right rear tire is shredded; a mile and a half from the school board meeting I need to cover, too. And my cell phone? Taking the day off at home, because it knew today would be the one day it'd be needed.
I limp the car to a nearby house, where thankfully the woman there knows me. As she goes to find me her phone, two little girls--I'm assuming granddaughters--run straight up to me. Haven't they learned not to trust strange men in slacks?
"What are you doing here?" one asks straight-out,
Literature
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we are electric angels, her and I.
whisper, whisper, sad iridium
her seashore smile is found in these
and my sub-infinites,
expansive, and
thought of
at the last moment
she inhales clean air
she; desert rose, in broken thoughts she
wanders. nearby,
throughout and within a sensible rain,
a sense of it all,
and infrequent sunlight
the pre-storm skies are my thundercloud, tranquil sweet
a kiss of
quantum energy
is heard through an indifferent medium
and the tensile smile of the aero-planes:
wet.
skin.
she ground+s me,
but scarcely before the
imminent
Literature
Cliff Notes
Cliff Notes
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
You avoid.
The modern art above your bed
Is sacrilege;
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
Your name
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer i
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"it doesn't have one yet"
Some of you have seen this before. Don't want to kill the other one, but I was asked to move it, so here it is.
EDIT
I think I'm going to have a heart attack. *stares*
Um, yeah... while I still have some semblance of sense--that's the date of composition: 2005 April 29.
Thanks ever so much, DC & ndifference! *keels over*
(and everyone else +fav-ing and leaving such nice comments!)
Another Edit
In light of the confusion/lack of comprehension a lot of people seem to be experiencing, I can only point you towards my explanation on the first page towards the bottom. Please keep in mind that this is not a fixed definition of the poem, only the intent I had in mind as I wrote it. If you prefer more structured poetry, I've written all types, and this was but an experiment in spacing-dependent free verse. And yes, the spacing is significant and has meaning, or was intended to; it's not just there to disguise the fact that I'm not saying anything.
Some of you have seen this before. Don't want to kill the other one, but I was asked to move it, so here it is.
EDIT
I think I'm going to have a heart attack. *stares*
Um, yeah... while I still have some semblance of sense--that's the date of composition: 2005 April 29.
Thanks ever so much, DC & ndifference! *keels over*
(and everyone else +fav-ing and leaving such nice comments!)
Another Edit
In light of the confusion/lack of comprehension a lot of people seem to be experiencing, I can only point you towards my explanation on the first page towards the bottom. Please keep in mind that this is not a fixed definition of the poem, only the intent I had in mind as I wrote it. If you prefer more structured poetry, I've written all types, and this was but an experiment in spacing-dependent free verse. And yes, the spacing is significant and has meaning, or was intended to; it's not just there to disguise the fact that I'm not saying anything.
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hey um i kinda get it but i'm so lost