We stood shivering, my Dad and I, shrunk
under enormous arctic air, watching
the source of all tears spin silk into the stars.
Homeward bound, this mote-borne traveller;
pilgrim after warmth and light, a shattered vase
with nothing to end its fall, spilling glass dust
into a darkness larger than the fever-dreams of God.
Four thousand years ago, it lit the night
and saw the Akkadians scattered like dolls,
a forest of flags tattered in the chalk of moonlight;
urus turning the pages of the ocean;
the hundred-year pharaoh narrowing
rheumatic eyes at the first clear gleam of bronze.
Separate ways.
You fall back into those millennia
you're proof love still exists by ChloroformBoy, literature
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you're proof love still exists
i believe in imaginary numbers and telephone numbers.
i believe in conjugating french verbs and french kisses.
i believe in every religion and every god ever invented.
i believe in psionics and biology, anatomy & astrology.
because:
300 miles is nothing; $50 is nothing; 6 hours is nothing.
je suis à toi. tu es à moi. i am yours, and you are mine.
i worship the church in your heart, your ribcage chapel.
together we defy scientific laws like gravity & distance.
i believe in the art of love.
i believe in a love for art.
i believe in a life without you,
but if i ever had to live one,
i'd rather believe in death.
names, i realise, without faces, words and new experiences, mean nothing at all.
look;
our pictures never amounted to anything. we were so young then and we are so big now, but even on a good day, i'll still look at the girl next to me and hate myself for wishing her surname was different. our frozen smiles and moment-bound sincerity just keep me wondering if i can actually smile a mile wide or if it's just the exposure. i'm so scared i'll pass you one day, in a street of suburbia or utopia and not recognise you.
but i'm even more scared that i've already done that, and never noticed.
[but look:
you taught me that things don't live forev
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this one's four you three two
her name, if i remember correctly, was laura, melissa and purple.
picture this;
a girl stays far away from the swing, too scared to touch the sky and follow in the footsteps of wax-winged men. her mammy said the branch would give in. her friend crowns the tree with whispered words, and tells the petrified bark never to give up on itself.
they learn how to spell, fumbling fingers holding fat crayons in fists, racing each oh-tee-her, el-ih-ay-ar-ning to-get-her. it doesn't matter to them that they don't get full marks even though "l-e-a-r-anne" and "d-e-c-laura-t-i-o-n" are clearly wrong.
they are four and nothing's stopping them from livin
where the missing socks go by ItsxMagik, literature
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where the missing socks go
i fell into the washing machine today
and i found a world
where all the lost things go.
i saw gatherings of lint
and social events
for dimes, nickels, and quarters.
there were eleven shiny-now-dull buttons
discarded like adverbs.
i could smell the stagnant water
of one thousand and three spin cycles.
i didn't mind; it wasn't so bad
until it got a little nostalgic.
i started to remember
spring mud,
summer grass stains,
autumn fading,
winter salt-bleached jeans,
and
all the times i almost
lost something.
you think you love the smell of detergent
until you find out where it goes.
so i surfaced
with three lonely socks,
my
the hipbone connects to europe by ChloroformBoy, literature
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the hipbone connects to europe
mesmerize:
crack my Pangaean bones,
memorize
the aesthetics of your atlas
my patella is Spain,
my radius is France,
my coccyx is Japan;
you've broken all 3
with one gemstone
my pelvis is an equator
separating you and me
and the imaginary heat
slipping through, since
i only get action during
a Tectonic disturbance
your sternum's plates
crashed into my ribs;
your transcontinental
tremors trembled like
broken Richter scales
(a magnitude of
negative infinity)
seismic vertigo
a seizure--
sees your
seas, your
open water&
underground
escape route
from myself//
because this}
cheap romance is
a natural disaster;