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The trees throw mottled darkness
And I search for the letters
That they trace with their shadows
There are books in the ragged grass
And volumes in the broken pebbles
That tell old secrets
I search each face for its flaws
Each one a letter
In an immeasurable scroll
I know of ink and paper
But those are pale imprints
of the real story.
Who will translate
the snow and the clouds
the fur and the skin?
I close my eyes
And read my heartbeat
And all the words
Of the blood and the world.
And I search for the letters
That they trace with their shadows
There are books in the ragged grass
And volumes in the broken pebbles
That tell old secrets
I search each face for its flaws
Each one a letter
In an immeasurable scroll
I know of ink and paper
But those are pale imprints
of the real story.
Who will translate
the snow and the clouds
the fur and the skin?
I close my eyes
And read my heartbeat
And all the words
Of the blood and the world.
Literature
Secrets
Smiles are not meant for everyone. They weren't meant to be displayed for everyone else to see. Only for those who are special enough to find a way to see that smile. If a smile were an ordinary thing for anyone to see on any person in the world, then wouldn't that mean that every one of us would constantly be smiling? But we're not. Where's the fun in that? The light airy feeling of being able to get someone to crack a smile on a usually solemn face.
A smile is like a secret between friends.
Literature
{An Education}
It's like death
Precious notions
You gasp-
Collapse into the vertigo
The world where things take shape
Destroy and Recreate
So much so that your mind is a stranger
You might as well
Be dead
Real death
By yourself and left to fend
Ideas and opinions broken and then
Changed into a likeness of Truth, you mend
Pieces joined, and while there's freedom again
Sleepless nights-
Your pulled
Left and right
Thoughts hidden in plain sight
Tangled sheets you try to fight
And toss and turn in the night
Because
It most times gray
And (never) black and white
Pulls the wool form over your eyes
Your thoughts have changed and you realize
"You're learning.
Literature
The Impossible Exchange
You will die here, alone, in this bed.
And I will wish it was me instead.
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I wrote something after a long dry spell and I thought I'd put it up. I don't think I want to try submitting it a group but I'm just glad I wrote anything.
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This makes a lot of sense to me. I've often thought about the distance between understanding something and actually trying to put it into an art form. You express it very well here.