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Be: A Manifesto by *ErrantCrow
moon housesTwinkle, twinkle little star,moon houses by *RiparianVeins
A star in the sky. An exploding star. So terrible is the evil that hides in beauty. Neighborhoods stood still and reveled in it, eyes tantalized by the little sphere of light that disturbed the thick night sky--a crack in the heavens. Every few seconds, the prismatic mass would swell, and then draw back in on itself, as if gasping; it had its own pulse. And then--
And then the dust fell.
How I wonder what you are.
For a long time, all people saw was the star. It was a painfully human quality, this obsession with li
An Unknown FlowerFrom the earth she stood bold and tall,An Unknown Flower by ~Eon-Zone
Her wings spread out ready to stroll.
Protected by these well-built walls,
Her abode – lonely and dark halls.
The winter winds, the freezing chill
Covers her with snow, her mind still.
Her voice so soft, a lullaby
Of one's grief and melancholy.
Her petals were once crimson red,
Turned to dusty brown – hue of dread.
She would have flown again so high.
But she knows that this scheme may die.
She awaits for the light's gentle kiss,
Moments of paradise and bliss.
Full of glamour, she misses that,
When all heads turn and say, "Who's that?"
In the red carpet, there she strolls.
From
The TideYou are the one I sit across from,The Tide by ~immortality-in-words
opposite, the table by the window
that we always keep open
in my imagination
when you dare look out to the sea
and see yourself, without a screen
we look at too many screens in life, not
in my head, where
the tide hits the sand
and sprays past the
bleached white walls,
we watch and
wonder
reach out and
hold the sun
between us.
Maybe
in my imagination
in the future
I'll see you in a different
scene; you are no
settler.
In my imagination
there are no screens
between
us
and
the sun,
never.
_________________
In my memories,
I
masochistone. heart-racing butterfly breaths line my stomach like lyemasochist by ~starlight-silence
dissolving my organs into an acidic soup of confusion
two. i frequently feel the urge to cry and laugh at the same time
three. i want to see you watermelon-rind smile like Christmas morning
like last day of classes like {i'm going to the doctor tomorrow}
four. speaking in body language, i want to tell you hundreds of things
and i know you understand but sometimes i wonder-wish on birthday candles
that the things i'm telling you didn't really happen
five. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
six. words are like veins to me and veins are like kitestrings – you can only
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