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The early sunrise singed
its way through the
barren canopy like
braided fire, lighting up the forest,
his eyes and his chest in one swift motion
It was a far cry from the concrete colossi
he had grown with, and the green
glowed in the sun, welcoming it
rather than blocking it,
as the grey used to.
His breath glistened with
smokestack plumes amongst
the trees and
autumn snow and he was instantly captured
by the nothingness.
there was a lack of colour and yet it was
the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
a few notches on the colour spectrum made
all the difference.
(Have you ever really looked at
the world in colour?)
His chromatic irises did
all they could to
grasp the organic
landscape.
Before wandering
on through the woods.
He had often wondered if he could be
as stable as the evergreens that towered
into the sky, and how they could be so
vibrant all year round.
even when the snow would pile on top,
it was still just beneath the surface:
never really leaving.
Could people climb trees like
some climbed buildings?
He rested his hands upon
the trunk... oh god
the bark was like brick,
stone
tar
earth.
The sunset soaked the ground
in an auburn glow, leaving the trees
as silhouettes, black and looming.
but still ever strong.
Nobody knew if he fell.
its way through the
barren canopy like
braided fire, lighting up the forest,
his eyes and his chest in one swift motion
It was a far cry from the concrete colossi
he had grown with, and the green
glowed in the sun, welcoming it
rather than blocking it,
as the grey used to.
His breath glistened with
smokestack plumes amongst
the trees and
autumn snow and he was instantly captured
by the nothingness.
there was a lack of colour and yet it was
the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
a few notches on the colour spectrum made
all the difference.
(Have you ever really looked at
the world in colour?)
His chromatic irises did
all they could to
grasp the organic
landscape.
Before wandering
on through the woods.
He had often wondered if he could be
as stable as the evergreens that towered
into the sky, and how they could be so
vibrant all year round.
even when the snow would pile on top,
it was still just beneath the surface:
never really leaving.
Could people climb trees like
some climbed buildings?
He rested his hands upon
the trunk... oh god
the bark was like brick,
stone
tar
earth.
The sunset soaked the ground
in an auburn glow, leaving the trees
as silhouettes, black and looming.
but still ever strong.
Nobody knew if he fell.
Literature
uprising
I am rebellion.
the fleeting revenge
of a people crushed in
subservience
clenches in my teeth;
recalcitrance is my torch,
my pitchfork, and my
guillotine all.
I, thick with dignity
and obdurate pride,
will not be left for the vultures
without seeing first that
your own bones are bare.
Literature
Midnight Mathematics
My mindnight mathematics,
Pathological solution,
My mental acrobatics,
A silent resolution,
My broken numismatics,
Dead distribution,
My over-done dramatics,
A persisting pollution.
Literature
Worlds Collide
Worlds collide, thoughts collapse
Eyes open wide, no sign of traps
Curiosity burns, within the mind
When you're ignorant, you feel so blind
Stumbling around, grasping alone
Reaching for things, you've never known
Desperate for light, wishing for heat
Nothing feels solid, under your feet
Reality crumbles, foundations crack
Common sense careens, right off the track
Everything feels strange, this was never planned
You've started a journey, you can't understand
Certainty fades, doubts start to gnaw
The answer is perfect, there isn't a flaw
Acceptance is scary, it opens more doors
Your ship has to embrace, untameable shores
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This is an impromptu collab between myself and =ohsparrowsong [link]
It's pretty cool to see your voice intermingle with someone else's while telling the same story.
Do check out her work too, it's very good stuff
It's pretty cool to see your voice intermingle with someone else's while telling the same story.
Do check out her work too, it's very good stuff
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I am soaking in the smell of pine & perhaps a few flowers upon reading this.
Lovely imagery you've painted here. I'm in love with this poem.
& the fact that Stacie wrote this with you is even more amazing. I love her!
Lovely imagery you've painted here. I'm in love with this poem.
& the fact that Stacie wrote this with you is even more amazing. I love her!