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Before we kissed, I never knew the taste of twilight...
--
-Lightless Refrain-
I cried in the place where time drew its last breath. I once remembered its warm embrace, but the memories left me to drift in a sea of shattered dreams. The refrain of days past faded into the nothingness while I longed for the pure light of the firefly.
But as sight is lost in the sun's fiery stare, I was greeted only by a malicious shadow. Like a demonic sprite, it danced around me, and as my eyes turned green emerald tears ran free. I sensed in the shifting darkness an eternal hopelessness, and I opened myself to it.
When time lost all meaning, all time became lost. Burning recollections left me cold, as hope wept a solemn nocturne.
I was alone.
The timeless serenade of immortality died as a final listless smile crossed my tear-strewn face. The memory of life escaped my pleading hands, like Yours so long ago.
Through the icy blue window of sleep, I saw the black rain melt the world.
-Adam Morsa 5:03 PM 9-6-03
Before we kissed, I never knew the taste of twilight...
--
-Lightless Refrain-
I cried in the place where time drew its last breath. I once remembered its warm embrace, but the memories left me to drift in a sea of shattered dreams. The refrain of days past faded into the nothingness while I longed for the pure light of the firefly.
But as sight is lost in the sun's fiery stare, I was greeted only by a malicious shadow. Like a demonic sprite, it danced around me, and as my eyes turned green emerald tears ran free. I sensed in the shifting darkness an eternal hopelessness, and I opened myself to it.
When time lost all meaning, all time became lost. Burning recollections left me cold, as hope wept a solemn nocturne.
I was alone.
The timeless serenade of immortality died as a final listless smile crossed my tear-strewn face. The memory of life escaped my pleading hands, like Yours so long ago.
Through the icy blue window of sleep, I saw the black rain melt the world.
-Adam Morsa 5:03 PM 9-6-03
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NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
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Easier
It's easier to run
It's easier to hide
It's easier to find myself
When I'm on the other side
It's easier to ignore
It's easier to lie
Some even seem to think
That it's easier to die
We could be and would be
Someone simply great
But..
It's easier to run
It's easier to hide
It's easier to find myself
When I'm on the other side
Can't face this reality
Wish it was nothing but a dream
Can't face even the best of friends
It's just not as it seems
It's not that easy in my head
Why can't they understand?
(Can't make them understand because)
It's easier to run
It's easier to hide
It's easier to find myself
When I'm on the othe
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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I know it looks like prose, but I was in my inexplicably "poem" mindset as I wrote it, you've heard this all before, :blah:blah:
Whelp, I'm afraid this is part 3 of the Firefly "series," if you will. Before you read this, read [this] and [this], in that (chronological) order. They are all very connected- assuming you see this how I do. Which you just might not- and I think that's great! You'll get no "meaning" help from me. Take what you will out of it (meaningwise, I don't mean steal my work!)
Altho it would be really cool to see if anybody could take a guess at what exactly is happening in each of the poems and tie them together somehow...
I know my little piccy is dark and hard to see. That's the point.
Whatever. Enjoy, if you can
Whelp, I'm afraid this is part 3 of the Firefly "series," if you will. Before you read this, read [this] and [this], in that (chronological) order. They are all very connected- assuming you see this how I do. Which you just might not- and I think that's great! You'll get no "meaning" help from me. Take what you will out of it (meaningwise, I don't mean steal my work!)
Altho it would be really cool to see if anybody could take a guess at what exactly is happening in each of the poems and tie them together somehow...
I know my little piccy is dark and hard to see. That's the point.
Whatever. Enjoy, if you can
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Interesting. It is defently a nice conclusion to the first few pieces. and it ends on a dark note too. you don;t see that very often, ususlay theres some sense of hope.
as for the format, don;t sweat it. in roman times there were quite a few authors who did the same thing poetry, with poetic conventions, wiritten in prose format. we had to translate that last year - fun stuff
as for the format, don;t sweat it. in roman times there were quite a few authors who did the same thing poetry, with poetic conventions, wiritten in prose format. we had to translate that last year - fun stuff