Re-occuring Genocide by synchrochick007, literature
Literature
Re-occuring Genocide
Will not the tears of the past
Bear heavy enough so as to cast
A river upon the barren soil
And cool the blood too keen to boil.
Weep open grief on the ground
For the lost. Leave to be found
A trail marked clean and clear
So all will know what happened here.
If only we could erase the fault
And make the water laden with salt
Pour from eyes to hastily flow
Over the old bones from which seeds grow.
Something Old Found Anew by synchrochick007, literature
Literature
Something Old Found Anew
I found surprising residence
From that familiar place,
An old forgotten memory
Allowing novel connotations
Go its own away.
Uncovered and procured,
A haunt it did provoke.
Now I gaze anew upon
That old forgotten face
Times move fast in futility...
what do you have to show for your efforts?
Periods of suffering and misused utility,
learning to hear what blind eyes see--
when mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
rivers carry sediments...
sedimentsthey go, they go,
change plays in short lived strides;
waters ripple, waters flow...
but mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
you wear them pinned to your chest,
displayed in selfish pride.
what do you have to show for your efforts?
When mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
what, to you, are your trinkets?
What power do they hold?
Empty, broken useless,
inside th
I never told you I loved you,
kept hidden the things we shared
I never told you I loved you,
pretended that I never cared
I made believe you were my chaplain
even though nothing ever happened
I never told you I loved you
when I used to hide
you helped me perceive,
made me believe,
opened up deep down inside
I never told you I loved you
never before have I tried,
but Ive taken too long
and now youre gone
never to see the tears that I cried
People come and people go
Planets moving to and fro
Clouds will fill, and split and purge
Trees will grow
Seas will surge
But I am here, now
I am here
Brick upon brick, layering
Foot before feet
People come and go
But you are mine to keep
The rain may come tomorrow
Joy may turn to sorrow
But I am here, now
I am here
A flowers time will come to wilt
Young blood will succeed the old
Upon generations foundations built
Wisdom, in passing is gone and found
Tales are lost then retold
Always return to the ground
But I am here, now I am here
Though people may come and go
Stories and lessons youll never know
T
Re-occuring Genocide by synchrochick007, literature
Literature
Re-occuring Genocide
Will not the tears of the past
Bear heavy enough so as to cast
A river upon the barren soil
And cool the blood too keen to boil.
Weep open grief on the ground
For the lost. Leave to be found
A trail marked clean and clear
So all will know what happened here.
If only we could erase the fault
And make the water laden with salt
Pour from eyes to hastily flow
Over the old bones from which seeds grow.
Something Old Found Anew by synchrochick007, literature
Literature
Something Old Found Anew
I found surprising residence
From that familiar place,
An old forgotten memory
Allowing novel connotations
Go its own away.
Uncovered and procured,
A haunt it did provoke.
Now I gaze anew upon
That old forgotten face
Times move fast in futility...
what do you have to show for your efforts?
Periods of suffering and misused utility,
learning to hear what blind eyes see--
when mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
rivers carry sediments...
sedimentsthey go, they go,
change plays in short lived strides;
waters ripple, waters flow...
but mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
you wear them pinned to your chest,
displayed in selfish pride.
what do you have to show for your efforts?
When mine are inside, inside,
I carry them inside.
what, to you, are your trinkets?
What power do they hold?
Empty, broken useless,
inside th
People come and people go
Planets moving to and fro
Clouds will fill, and split and purge
Trees will grow
Seas will surge
But I am here, now
I am here
Brick upon brick, layering
Foot before feet
People come and go
But you are mine to keep
The rain may come tomorrow
Joy may turn to sorrow
But I am here, now
I am here
A flowers time will come to wilt
Young blood will succeed the old
Upon generations foundations built
Wisdom, in passing is gone and found
Tales are lost then retold
Always return to the ground
But I am here, now I am here
Though people may come and go
Stories and lessons youll never know
T
28th
bare trunks
along the forest path -
gravestones in a clearing
------
27th
low tide -
stones piled upon
wet stones
------
26th
silent breeze -
a moorhen passing through
the norfolk reeds
------
25th
winter heathland -
ponds reflecting
pieces of sky
------
24th
break in the traffic -
ducks flapping past
in a line
------
23rd
Hythe canal -
a duck's wake scattering
the trees' reflections
------
22nd
heavy rain
on the playing fields
swans float
------
21st
clear night sky -
a car's engine
fading away
------
20th
thick fog -
dew droplets catch
the faint sunlight
------
19th
between fir
and pine -
I will search out your shape by Roulle, literature
Literature
I will search out your shape
I will search out your shape--
your parted mouth, the red esophagus,
a tongue limp with hunger
like the heavy sound of a bell.
I will find the dust of my skin
in the ancient impressions of
fingers on your body.
and In the cool stone of your nails
I will rest and grow to be the moss
that only you can see,
the downy hairs penetrating
the back of your long neck
are tall trees in the Sahara.
We will sleep in one room
and share exhalations.
Your eyes will be the windows.
and we will keep our secrets
pressed between our bodies
until they are wet and run together
like slick fish--
and finally, when it is dark,
we will lay to bed
were this blurred, we'd be submerged,
stuck under the waves
with warping colours & corals falling away
from a certain blue surface, where white animals are climbing.
hot & cold climb the same ladder into the eye
and we see everything sharper:
today there are sky-flags, halfway tattered.
browns & sea-thinned greens, then reds & great flames
are traditional
but the starving stag, steaming in the cracked courtyard
says blue is autumn's secret favourite, the colour of bruise & ozone & iris.
a leaf can fall like a cracked mast, or a dead bird meant for the ground
where the plummet loves d
The EveryDay Always by synchrochick007, literature
Literature
The EveryDay Always
I fear, the everyday always.
Always, thoughts parading through my head
Following choreographed patterns of Ideas
Always, the same hopes and aspirations
Thwarted by the same fears.
The only window in the room was adorned with second-hand curtains that once belonged to an antique store. Maybe in a different lifetime, a different story, they were beautiful. Now, only thin fabric hung limp from the plastic frame, drained by years of exposure to the sun. Pale sunlight filtered in lazily, exposing individual dust particles in their mischievous dance about the furniture.
From the coffee table littered with bits of memorabilia, to the neglec
1/23/12
With two alarms and a call from my mother, I woke up this morning like usual with enough time to hurriedly eat breakfast, throw on clothes, and run out the door. I had plans with Nguyen which I had almost forgotten about until he texted me the night before. By the time I had gotten to the bus stop I realized that I had placed my wallet in the plastic shopping bag I bought last night instead of the usual pocket in my back pack where I keep it. With a sigh, I looked up at the bus driver who had stopped next to me and was now gazing upon my situation with incredulousness.
"I can't find my wallet." And without hesitation, he closed th
Hello my fellow deviants. It has been a while since I've shared my thoughts for alas, I have been very busy (or lazy) with life matters. Such life matters as such that would shake my foundation and question my existence. Since my earlier writing days I been exposed to such life aspects that I had not yet been exposed to in high school. I ask you, my peers, this: How young is too young to be in love? Would settling down with the first person you seriously date be a huge life mistake?
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Yeah I remember you! My DA BFF I think it would be lovely for you to write a play. I can't wait to read it! I was thinking of getting back into writing too. Happy Holidays!