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fair
i find beauty in our awkwardness, in the way we are pushed together all-too-unoften. fate just isn't fair to us. it's not the story of star-crossed lovers destined to be together. to hell with fate; to destiny - they're selective bitches anyway. they only choose the perfect ones. [and we're anything but, aren't we?]
your smile is crooked with all the times you've had to take it down and then hurriedly put it up again; an overused, bruised sign that says 'drop it. please just drop it.'
[if only they'd bother to look.]
and dark rings curl themselves around my eyes at the most inopportune moments - i wish you wouldn't witness just
Literature
If Only
If only the rain would stop falling,
So that my face will not be drenched
If I look somewhere other than down.
If only the sky cleared to reveal
The shining eye of heaven, so that
I can know I am not forsaken.
If only I could stop from playing that song
Reminding me of the treasure I cannot grasp,
Of the woman I stand far away from.
If only I could sleep, to forget my toil
And my troubles, and wake up after
I have forgotten all about myself.
If only the snow came to shroud this city
So I can take joy in its white gleam,
Its numbing cold, and reflect my smile
In the ice-covered sidewalk.
If only all knowledge fled from men's mi
Literature
Camisado
In a double dream, I must spell out the storm:
how the half moon spoke in reams
of folk lore, pipe dreams that tore
the sky in two. How the walls
began to blister and you, sister,
took your place beneath my skin.
We met stargrazing, your eyes electric,
lacing your lies, your intricacies,
like a cat's cradle. And I, stumbling, stuttering
on in a maze of scars. My modern morphia,
sister scarecrow, I'd follow you to the depths
of my chest: to the mumblings and fumblings
of my heart in the dark. To deceit and defeat
and the great empty longings beyond.
For this, this is how
the camisado begins: with broken people
under a broken st
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Not just playing with words.
Edit: My thanks to ~streetsmarts who pointed out the
irregularity in the second line, which had an extra syllable:
Nothing but the void
is empty enough to contain
multiplicity
I have corrected the line, but I include the original here for any readers who might think that worrying about one syllable is excessively pedantic. I do not share that view!
Edit: My thanks to ~streetsmarts who pointed out the
irregularity in the second line, which had an extra syllable:
Nothing but the void
is empty enough to contain
multiplicity
I have corrected the line, but I include the original here for any readers who might think that worrying about one syllable is excessively pedantic. I do not share that view!
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Haiku is haiku! Thou shalt not add syllables
Excellent piece Alec
Excellent piece Alec