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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
Witches Are People Too!
She sat with her back against the seat, the clacking of the wheels against the rails luring her in and out daydreams. Normally on trips of this length, she would put in her earbuds, crank up her music, and drift off for the majority of the trip, but she was far too excited this time. Her mother had even had to give her something to help her sleep last night, something she hadn't needed for a few years. This was it. This was her year. Her mother had finally told her that she was ready. Just two days ago on her thirteenth birthday, her mother had revealed it was time for her to go live with her aunt. All the girls went to live on her aunt's "fa
Literature
Better Life
I think this would be a better life,
If I could see your face once more,
O you bitter friend of mine,
What a world! What a world! The way that this will end,
May just be round the bend,
But o! The pity,
But o! The strife,
I think this would be a better life.
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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 ^^