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there is no time, only clocks, the wise men say
and we had no clocks to mark how long it took
for my heart to become acquainted with yours
perhaps i will wait for the person whose
fingertips have ridges that fit mine like a puzzle
but until then, give me your hands.
and we had no clocks to mark how long it took
for my heart to become acquainted with yours
perhaps i will wait for the person whose
fingertips have ridges that fit mine like a puzzle
but until then, give me your hands.
Literature
Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
t
Literature
looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
Literature
Amynes
Άμυνες
Τα τείχη υψωμένα χρόνια,
δαρμένα από βροχή και χιόνια,
στην άμυνα οι πολεμιστές,
για επιδρομές και τους ληστές.
Οι πύ
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Well, this is an unexpected update, but this poem has been kind of collecting in my head for the past 48 hours or so. It's a bit hard to explain.
I've been learning to skateboard at this place called Talent. They have no clocks inside the skate park, so you lose track of time. But you know when you meet someone, and you stop even looking for clocks, because you just like being around them so much?
This guy I met yesterday morning was like that. By the end of the skate session (which ended up being three whole hours by the way), he had me doing some pretty crazy stuff. I had to trust him really completely and, more often than not, my only safety was his hands holding mine. It wasn't romantic or anything, but when you have to believe in someone so thoroughly like that, it's...different. It made me wonder if it's possible to trust and fall in love with anyone, or if maybe there's only that one "prince charming" like I used to believe when I was young.
I've been learning to skateboard at this place called Talent. They have no clocks inside the skate park, so you lose track of time. But you know when you meet someone, and you stop even looking for clocks, because you just like being around them so much?
This guy I met yesterday morning was like that. By the end of the skate session (which ended up being three whole hours by the way), he had me doing some pretty crazy stuff. I had to trust him really completely and, more often than not, my only safety was his hands holding mine. It wasn't romantic or anything, but when you have to believe in someone so thoroughly like that, it's...different. It made me wonder if it's possible to trust and fall in love with anyone, or if maybe there's only that one "prince charming" like I used to believe when I was young.
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That's a nice short poem and a great story to go with it. 