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A ray of light falls from the window
perched above, within the wall,
glass shut tight to bar the shadows,
drapes drawn in to bar the cold.
Intensified by the lofty lens,
the pungent stream cuts through to earth,
where lie those who dwell in darkness,
knowing not of wisdom's worth.
Pierce the eyes of drifting wanderers,
shifting through the mire of men,
lifting them from muck to substance,
blinding them to earth's entrapments,
shattered past now burns away,
melted down and cast anew,
giving life from death's decay.
Insulated from life's quarrels
many now would call him mad,
rebuilding life now brick by brick,
nothing left of what he had.
Turned away from hollow treasures
facing now the hallowed light,
eyes averted from the shadows
fights against them with all might.
perched above, within the wall,
glass shut tight to bar the shadows,
drapes drawn in to bar the cold.
Intensified by the lofty lens,
the pungent stream cuts through to earth,
where lie those who dwell in darkness,
knowing not of wisdom's worth.
Pierce the eyes of drifting wanderers,
shifting through the mire of men,
lifting them from muck to substance,
blinding them to earth's entrapments,
shattered past now burns away,
melted down and cast anew,
giving life from death's decay.
Insulated from life's quarrels
many now would call him mad,
rebuilding life now brick by brick,
nothing left of what he had.
Turned away from hollow treasures
facing now the hallowed light,
eyes averted from the shadows
fights against them with all might.
Literature
{An Education}
It's like death
Precious notions
You gasp-
Collapse into the vertigo
The world where things take shape
Destroy and Recreate
So much so that your mind is a stranger
You might as well
Be dead
Real death
By yourself and left to fend
Ideas and opinions broken and then
Changed into a likeness of Truth, you mend
Pieces joined, and while there's freedom again
Sleepless nights-
Your pulled
Left and right
Thoughts hidden in plain sight
Tangled sheets you try to fight
And toss and turn in the night
Because
It most times gray
And (never) black and white
Pulls the wool form over your eyes
Your thoughts have changed and you realize
"You're learning.
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
Literature
Reality
She is terrified
But She keeps her mouth shut
A broken relationship they have formed
Absent of trust
Is it another man?
Of course not, never
But He won't believe Her
And so She suffers forever
Bruises and cuts
She is covered from head to toe
But She searches for nothing else
He is all that She knows
Love, love, love
You are just but a dream
Love, Love, Love
Absence is Her reality
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~Edit: 12/12/08
Just a small spelling error...
Well, actually a couple ^//^
This is part of the 100 Themes challenge (more specifically, "Light"). I would have put that in the title, but it wouldn't fit ^_^; hahah.
I want to submit this to Calliope for the winter issue, so if you read this before then, please feel free to give me some critisism. Of course, even after that, criticism is always appreciated. On that note, I added an extra "e" to the end of "lens" on purpose, in order to create a more... antiquated feel.
Just a small spelling error...
Well, actually a couple ^//^
This is part of the 100 Themes challenge (more specifically, "Light"). I would have put that in the title, but it wouldn't fit ^_^; hahah.
I want to submit this to Calliope for the winter issue, so if you read this before then, please feel free to give me some critisism. Of course, even after that, criticism is always appreciated. On that note, I added an extra "e" to the end of "lens" on purpose, in order to create a more... antiquated feel.
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There are two things i simply love in this poem:
1. The rythm. It has an amazing, floathing speed and the words matches quite well to this flow.
2. The theme and the darkness in it. I like this darkness/alone/death thing in your poem. It's very... solid somehow. Not quite sure how to explain it, but point being I like it ^^
Oh and I read a couple of your poems, and generally I kinda like this of (I don't know if you practice it) direct message and calm style. I tend to find a lot of pseudo intellectual poets out here, but your poems seems somehow different.
Please keep up the good work ^^
1. The rythm. It has an amazing, floathing speed and the words matches quite well to this flow.
2. The theme and the darkness in it. I like this darkness/alone/death thing in your poem. It's very... solid somehow. Not quite sure how to explain it, but point being I like it ^^
Oh and I read a couple of your poems, and generally I kinda like this of (I don't know if you practice it) direct message and calm style. I tend to find a lot of pseudo intellectual poets out here, but your poems seems somehow different.
Please keep up the good work ^^