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One time, when I was little,
they told me I had to reach for my dreams.
They also said I was a tiny girl.
But when I grew up,
I climbed the tallest building in the world
and reached my hands to the sky.
They told me my dreams were too far away
but I felt them take hold of my hands
from the clouds
and then, I healed.
They told me I was far too damaged,
that I'd have to take pills to make me normal,
but I ignored them.
And I stood on the top of the world
in ecstasy
because I reached my dreams of healing
by myself.
they told me I had to reach for my dreams.
They also said I was a tiny girl.
But when I grew up,
I climbed the tallest building in the world
and reached my hands to the sky.
They told me my dreams were too far away
but I felt them take hold of my hands
from the clouds
and then, I healed.
They told me I was far too damaged,
that I'd have to take pills to make me normal,
but I ignored them.
And I stood on the top of the world
in ecstasy
because I reached my dreams of healing
by myself.
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
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on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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Just something small. I haven't been writing much recently. D:
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This was a very sweet, heartfelt piece of prosetry. I really liked the childlike wonder it had. That coupled with the determination towards the end made this a very heartwarming poem.
Excellent job!
