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I am but a candlelight
Glistening in a lake of ink
A tiny burning lost desire
A memory of laugh and drink
I am but a child’s lone laugh
Lost upon the wind so quick
When night does fall and light must part
Like a lonely flame in savage wind
I am but a declaration
Of a love long lost to time
I am but the ferryman
For whom you save your final dime
I am but a bottled dream
Fleeting and fragile like life itself
Open up, release your breath
Enter a dream far worse than death
You may stand tall before the end
In candlelight, staying the hand
Of ferryman and night and god
Though the tides of time you may sway not.
Glistening in a lake of ink
A tiny burning lost desire
A memory of laugh and drink
I am but a child’s lone laugh
Lost upon the wind so quick
When night does fall and light must part
Like a lonely flame in savage wind
I am but a declaration
Of a love long lost to time
I am but the ferryman
For whom you save your final dime
I am but a bottled dream
Fleeting and fragile like life itself
Open up, release your breath
Enter a dream far worse than death
You may stand tall before the end
In candlelight, staying the hand
Of ferryman and night and god
Though the tides of time you may sway not.
Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
Literature
Unhealthy Relationship
Overwhelming emptiness filled my body; all my friends had left me due to me moving away from them all. I believed I was used to moving and leaving everything behind; this had happened before, but it never drove me so far away from reality. My freshman year of high school pushed me past my sanity line. I was the invisible new girl, just a loser wanting to fit in; needing to make friends. I tried to join a group, make new friends, but I was never accepted, never wanted. Then out of the darkness I was lost in, something had finally reached me. It became the only thing that I could trust, the one thing that would never leave me.
This friendship
Literature
Dammit all... again
I meet you,
I like you,
I love you,
I tell you,
and then you disappear...
Why does everyone disappear?
Is it me?
Do I come on too strong?
I spend my quiet moments
Looking for what I did wrong...
It hurts the most that I can see you right there,
I try to catch your attention but I might as well be air.
My love never implied romance,
I thought that we were friends,
Good friends... better than good actually...
silly hoppy-happy friends,
Damn this shouldn't hurt this much... i always put too much of myself in.
Well... time to prepare for another disappointment.
sigh
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Really satisfied with how this one turned out.
Started out with a random blurt of inspiration, and as a matter of experiment started paying precise attention to the intonation of the sentences. This ended up with me using a four-foot iambic variety (iambec tetrameter?) for the entireity of the poem, which I feel not only turned out very well, but force me into some interesting sentences and word choices which I liked much better, even on their own, than what I originally came up with. I guess the old adagio holds true (thanks mr. Rosewater): restrictions breed creativity.
Hope you all enjoy this too, please do drop a comment and share your thoughts on the piece! Whether you liked it or not, I'd be interested in hearing your opinion, interpretations, etc, etc.
Have a swell evening guys.
ATBO out.
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Feedback questions:
- Do you feel the poem was a coherent whole? Did it make sense to you? Was my intent in writing it clear?
- How do you feel about the imagery I used here?
- How do you feel the rhyme scheme and flow worked out, in regards the way the poem was structured? Any parts you feel the flow went awry?
Of course, anything else you can find that you feel I could do to improve the piece I'd love to hear as well! Thank you!
Started out with a random blurt of inspiration, and as a matter of experiment started paying precise attention to the intonation of the sentences. This ended up with me using a four-foot iambic variety (iambec tetrameter?) for the entireity of the poem, which I feel not only turned out very well, but force me into some interesting sentences and word choices which I liked much better, even on their own, than what I originally came up with. I guess the old adagio holds true (thanks mr. Rosewater): restrictions breed creativity.
Hope you all enjoy this too, please do drop a comment and share your thoughts on the piece! Whether you liked it or not, I'd be interested in hearing your opinion, interpretations, etc, etc.
Have a swell evening guys.
ATBO out.
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Feedback questions:
- Do you feel the poem was a coherent whole? Did it make sense to you? Was my intent in writing it clear?
- How do you feel about the imagery I used here?
- How do you feel the rhyme scheme and flow worked out, in regards the way the poem was structured? Any parts you feel the flow went awry?
Of course, anything else you can find that you feel I could do to improve the piece I'd love to hear as well! Thank you!
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Absolutely the sickest poem I've read I grew up hearing stories about the boatman ; if I may be so bold to say.