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Each breath of hers was
a beautiful refusal to be anything less than infinite.*
Deeply she inhaled, taking in stardust and exhaling impromptu
galaxies, as a reminder to herself to take in the building blocks of her being,
those
bereft of pattern, and tesselate them into space: such is the
electrifying, intoxicating complexity that is life.
a beautiful refusal to be anything less than infinite.*
Deeply she inhaled, taking in stardust and exhaling impromptu
galaxies, as a reminder to herself to take in the building blocks of her being,
those
bereft of pattern, and tesselate them into space: such is the
electrifying, intoxicating complexity that is life.
Literature
Moving Forward v. 2
I squelched a dream I fooled myself
Into believing carried some substance
I'm drilling it completely home I can't
overcome the path of love's resistance
So I sit and spill an errant tear
For my protracted persistence
Moving forward isn't quite easy
Moving backwards doesn't help
Moving sideways might skirt debris
But it catches up to you eventually
I've discarded a dream I fooled myself
Into believing would manifest comfort
I'm drilling it completely home I can't
medicate me enough to ease the hurt
So my eyes spill more damn tears
For doing nothing but waiting here
Held another numbing memorial for
Someone I cared for deeply rooted
Stubborn
Literature
Windows
Such a small little girl, with the biggest heart I've ever known. She doesn't quite understand everything that's going on. It takes all the strength I have not to let her see me cry, so I'm glad for the cover of night. She's in the back seat as we drive, her face towards the waxing moon.
"Mommy..."
She waits for me to say, "What, baby?"
And then again she waits for a moment before asking, "Is daddy coming too?"
The crushing weight of the answer takes the breath out of my lungs.
"No, baby. Daddy and mommy can't live together anymore."
It's history repeating. Only she's younger. And my own mother had left me in silence. For a second, I fe
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In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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*D. Antoinette Foy: "Breathe deeply, until the sweet air extinguishes the burn of fear in your lungs and every breath is a beautiful refusal to become anything less than infinite."
the verses also follow the pattern EADGBE, which is the tuning for a guitar. idk. just experimenting
i hope you enjoyed! ~
the verses also follow the pattern EADGBE, which is the tuning for a guitar. idk. just experimenting
i hope you enjoyed! ~
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Nice! Especially like the EADGBE.
Breathing has a lot of meaning... especially when done mindfully and with purpose.
Breathing has a lot of meaning... especially when done mindfully and with purpose.