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Test it Out. I Dare You.
Aug. 17th, 2010 10:40 pmHypothetical situation:
You spend years wanting something that you thought you could never have or had lost forever. In time, you inevitably give up and move on. Then, BAM! The universe grants you your wish. Only, by this time you want something else entirely. Something else you can't have. Of course.
You spend years wanting something that you thought you could never have or had lost forever. In time, you inevitably give up and move on. Then, BAM! The universe grants you your wish. Only, by this time you want something else entirely. Something else you can't have. Of course.
that tight squeezing feeling in my chest
Aug. 17th, 2010 10:30 pm
If nothing else, being committed gave me plenty of time to doodle. Art is a form of therapy all to itself.
Never More Again
Apr. 4th, 2010 08:24 pmThis sin of mine
Has breath no more–
A dull flame in the firelight,
The whisper of a psalm.
I’ve left
And leave the rain to cry
Out the song of heart’s desire,
And, in weeping, wash away
This sweet and bitter sadness,
That dull and aching
Pain.
“No more will I love again,”
I pray, “Never more again.”
Never more til next it rains;
Never more
Again.
Has breath no more–
A dull flame in the firelight,
The whisper of a psalm.
I’ve left
And leave the rain to cry
Out the song of heart’s desire,
And, in weeping, wash away
This sweet and bitter sadness,
That dull and aching
Pain.
“No more will I love again,”
I pray, “Never more again.”
Never more til next it rains;
Never more
Again.
jealousy,
the original green-eyed monster:
serpents striking at
hands that touch
to calm and stopping
hearts till they
turn cold.
Shut my eyes
and shut
your mouth
and speak no more
of her. I beg you
don’t come nearer
than you are. Don’t
touch me with those
eyes that see
my scales and skin
of stone.
the original green-eyed monster:
serpents striking at
hands that touch
to calm and stopping
hearts till they
turn cold.
Shut my eyes
and shut
your mouth
and speak no more
of her. I beg you
don’t come nearer
than you are. Don’t
touch me with those
eyes that see
my scales and skin
of stone.
The Children of Llyr
Feb. 20th, 2010 11:50 am| The Swans, they sang this morning— Their voices loud as bells. |
Their feathers catching sunlight As each of them fell Down. And in their frantic rushes Of white and silver rain, I could have sworn by gods above That I heard her name; And later by the waterside In the silence of the lake, I thought I heard her quiet voice Singing of that Ache. But in the half-light, just near dusk That ill forgotten tune Reminded me of why I came That I might leave too soon. Only just as the light faded And the tune within that light Did I, forgetting time of day, Surrender to the night. |
| The Swans, they sang this morning— All four by the lake. “Nine hundred years of punishment Is all that I can take.” |
© Alix S.
Eyes Closed
Feb. 18th, 2010 02:09 pmToday seemed so far away
As I looked out of the window.
Cars drove by, flailing water as they sailed
Past us on the highway,
And in the breeze I caught the hint
Of yesterday’s morning
When the coffee cup smashed
And the voices stopped,
Trailing away to nothingness.
I used to think that if I closed my eyes long enough
It would all go away,
But the blackness only made it worse
And in the end I always had to open them,
Afraid that something might have changed
Or moved without me knowing.
As I looked out of the window.
Cars drove by, flailing water as they sailed
Past us on the highway,
And in the breeze I caught the hint
Of yesterday’s morning
When the coffee cup smashed
And the voices stopped,
Trailing away to nothingness.
I used to think that if I closed my eyes long enough
It would all go away,
But the blackness only made it worse
And in the end I always had to open them,
Afraid that something might have changed
Or moved without me knowing.
