The soldier coming up on him was swaying, limping, climbing wearily up the stony street towards the terrace. He walked like an old man, thought Brian Strong, though he was scarcely older than Brian himself. He dragged himself along, tripping over the cracks in the cobblestones, hauling behind him a filthy rucksack all covered in gray trench clay. Pausing by the café, the old boy took off his garrison cap and worried it between his black-tipped fingers.
"Well, hey," said Brian Strong. "Sit down and have a drink on me."
Regarding him for a moment, the soldier conceded and sat.
Brian Strong ran his hands over a perfectly polished u
pretty little definitons by oliviacolomar, literature
Literature
pretty little definitons
i have a dictionary
full of
pretty little
definitions,
you see.
hey, let's start with
un-a-ware;
a fragile little (adj.)
describing my take on the world
and yours on me.
ig-nore;
a (v.) you've turned
into hell on earth for me
yet you can't even
begin to know
now we have
un-re-quit-ed;
(adj.)
meaning not acknowledge, not returned
not even given a single thought to
i guess
you are
blind;
yet another (adj.)
you'e oblivious to my effort, unseen
after all this
i might as well
sur-rend-er;
(v.)
"to give up completely or agree to forgo, especially in favor of another"
Door Sounds, a Lit Feature by Nichrysalis, journal
Door Sounds, a Lit Feature
Listen with musical accompaniment
The sounds of doors in a home are a language unto themselves.
I could never collect all that is spoken in openings and closings.
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The utterance of doorknobs is a dialect as well.
There's the flipping click of thumb latch handle of my front door.
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Not to mention the sibilant sluice of jointure onto sill.
There is a throomping whoosh of closure to my side door.
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Everyone closes the bathroom door the same way:
With a snap to lock; however, it is opened differently by each.
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This is how you bespeckled my bones
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
she said,
I looked in the mirror today
and I didn't like what I saw,
do you think
there's a way for me
to change it?
I'd do anything to
get rid of this creature in me,
rotting
sour
affection
left out too long on the counter
and under the sun -
my heart bleeds black
don’t talk
just breathe
stand straight
smile brightly
don’t argue
don’t fight
don’t cry
don’t frown
do homework
go to parties
sneak out
get drunk
listen to friends
go with the flow
be silent
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
rise
&
fall
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.