snapped wings cannot fly
your soul has fled from your open black eyes
i say you're gone,
but as i sweep you aside
you sting like you're still in there
(so i leave you alone, 'cause
i don't wanna dirty my hands
diary of a time-travelerFrom my pedestal a thousand years in the future,diary of a time-traveler by KittykatMWuster
I see the sky blurring by.
The present time has no definition. It is now,
where I stand;
and I have a billion feet that stand then and after
all at the same time.
(Time is merely a nursery rhyme -
things the sky says as we go to sleep.
Day after day, our footsteps are the same.)
Here I stand now, on my pedestal, on the silent shore of then and after,
and I discover that time is merely a single footstep
compared to the billion footsteps of us.
pretty little definitonsi have a dictionarynonetheIess
hey, let's start with
a fragile little (adj.)
describing my take on the world
and yours on me.
a (v.) you've turned
into hell on earth for me
yet you can't even
begin to know
now we have
meaning not acknowledge, not returned
not even given a single thought to
yet another (adj.)
you'e oblivious to my effort, unseen
after all this
i might as well
"to give up completely or agree to forgo, especially in favor of another"
Door Sounds, a Lit FeatureListen with musical accompanimentNichrysalis
The sounds of doors in a home are a language unto themselves.
I could never collect all that is spoken in openings and closings.
The utterance of doorknobs is a dialect as well.
There's the flipping click of thumb latch handle of my front door.
Not to mention the sibilant sluice of jointure onto sill.
There is a throomping whoosh of closure to my side door.
Everyone closes the bathroom door the same way:
With a snap to lock; however, it is opened differently by each.
The pantry door's green venetian blinds rattle when swung shut;
It also creaks when an indecisive child swings on the handle.
It would be a lie to say that none of these doors are ever slammed;
However they also open eagerly onto homecomings.
A little histor
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bonesIrrevocableFate
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
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