Sunday, July 10, 2011
Latticework
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Friday, July 8, 2011
Sign Language
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Thursday, June 30, 2011
Metamorphosis
My father once explained to me that everything we see is interlaced with lines that can bind us closer or bring us farther apart. The boundaries were invisible to the naked eye, as choice can only be settled when all the excess ruffles and rosettes have been torn away.
"Remember, Kira," he would say, "that even when all the petals of a flower have wilted or drifted to distant lands, it is still beautiful."
"Beautiful?" I echoed hesitantly in a younger, naive voice. "What can be so beautiful about a twisted stem?"
"Something still lingers." He seemed to struggle to search the right words. "You just have to find it."
Now, years later, bitter secrets overcrowd the last frayed memories I have of what I had believed to be a righteous man. The bottles of alcohol strewn in dilapidated ruins across the dining room, nights awaken by air thick with shrill caterwaul, and the languorous expressions passed so frequently in day still taunt my mind with unforgettable mirages. A fraction of my childhood had been constructed with countless prostheses, some parts even worn to an empty core.
If "something still lingers", is it the dreaded memories?
But I question this conclusion often. My father was, and still is, an idol I worshipped with great respect and admiration. I could practically see through his aura; it held a diaphanous texture that gave onlookers an impression of unlimited virtue.
"Something still lingers", I suppose. And it's that I love him and he loved me back, too.
"Here I am," I murmur to the sky on this dazzling night.
As you were always here for me.ஐ
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
Twilight by Sunrise
Death is my destiny. You cannot reverse it.
Lethargy clots my mind as blue glass scatters in shards next door. Is my haven really a few yards away?
Like a bird, I catch stray breezes and ascend to the universe, ignorant to the land below. Stars dangle and sway dizzily above me. I pluck one from the sky and toss it below, watching a streak of lightning flare submerged beneath felted clouds. A wish will be crafted and broken.
The sun illuminates itself, feinting bulbs of fire that unfurl to smoking blossoms. Distracted, asteroids fall to the soundless orb, perhaps their last memory a birth of new life.
I feel as if I've crossed into a alternative dimension, like the worlds the geeks in my class often discuss with palpable intensity. Perhaps this is an illusion after all.
But death is my destiny. Nothing will change my ultimate goal.
How will I die? It seems so often like a sylph slipping out of its chrysalis, a shell abandoned to be replaced by one of infinite value. Likewise, it may be an ornery firefly, flamboyant but unpredictable. Unless you seal it in a jar...
A faint glint of a translucent wine bottle glimmers ominously in the distance.
Ribbons of mist lace throughout my limp hair as a shimmering figure emerges from the shadows. I wince as trinkets of glass pound toward the floor.
A whirlwind of nostalgia then pricks the constant dissonance I find in my life. Everything suddenly appears disheveled and groggy, as if a massive outbreak of opium sleep had been succumbed into the world. My mother and father's lucid faces materialize in thin air, their expressions reflecting a banquet at a funeral. Like an oxymoron.
Skidding across limpid nothingness, I attempt to pierce Earth's atmosphere, though an unnatural force repels me back to my original destination.
Death.
Desperation radiates from my soul as another sickening crunch breaks the stillness. Blood-red rain glistens as it twirls down toward the threshold of my body, the one girl bathed in limelight. As my own tears ripple away, crimson stains my skin in an illegible calligraphy. Do they pity me?
I am lost in a forever daydream.
And death is my only destiny.ஐ
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Elemental Pulls
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Nirvana can never be wrought...
For while steel may be immortal...
It is not impervious to corrosion...
The ghost of russet time...ஐ
If it tickles your peach, you may post your own elemental quotes, phrases, and poems in the comments section. Selections of the most original and enticing will be posted.
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Inspiration
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
❀Windows to Time❀
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