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Nothing more, and nothing lessThere was once a beautiful princess in a prosperous kingdom. She had the most gorgeous hair in all the land, a luxuriously thick golden head of curls, that shone in the sunlight just so. Her skin seemed to always glow with faint warmth, pale and without a flaw in sight. Those lucky enough to catch a glance of her face proclaimed it as God's gift upon the lowly people; her eyes, a soft blue, glimmered with all the colors of a dawn, her small button nose and full pink lips perfectly shaped in a sea of smooth primrose cheeks. Naturally, every boy wished to woo her, love her, hold her delicately. But, as a princess, she was confined to the palace, rarely even leaving her room except for special occasions.
The court spread rumors of not only her beauty but of her radiant kindness; oh, how gifted she was at both inner and outer beauty! They said she only wore one day gown because she had given her other garments to the poor cold children of the kingdom. They said she nearly never ate, instea
Could YouWould you be able to explain in detail
the sound of a single ice crystal
shattering under the weight of its own loneliness?
That soft, sharp sigh,
one part sorrow and three parts relief.
Drowned out in seconds by the cold, black silence.
Would you be able to explain in detail
the pattern that the red sky moves in
just as the world is about to cave?
The moments before the fall
are the most alive I've ever felt
Don't let the memories leave, at least,
even if everything else breaks
How MuchAs much as a caterpillar,
wrapping itself from the world’s cold eye
holding vigil for daylight,
yearns for the sky
As much as a rainbow trout,
struggling, crying a silent plea
yearns for the sea
As much as a young new star,
hoping for someone to notice its spark
overshadowed by brothers,
yearns for the dark
As much as an aster,
wilting petals caught in darkness’ bite
tormented by wind,
yearns for the light
Do I love
Swimming Pools, and MidnightsIf you think about it,
there’s no difference between
and the bottom of a swimming pool.
Up to about age seven, you
live believing that nothing
happens after 8 o clock.
After all, it makes sense that
if you go to bed
everything, everyone goes to bed too.
Nothing happens without you.
“Goodnight—see you in the morning.”
Up to about age seven, you
spend summer days treading water
maybe today, finally,
I can stand on the bottom of the pool
four and half feet deep!
Goal: reach the unreachable.
It’s not the moon, but it’s good enough for you.
What happens then?
One day, you reach the bottom
Look, Dad, I did it!
Reaching your moon, you realize that
it’s probably not as great as you thought it’d be.
Maybe watching a late night movie
Maybe huddled under the covers,
flashlight in hand,
comic books scattered,
check the time—
Then, you realize
the world still
BeautyShe was the first to admit that she was not beautiful.
When she looked at herself, she saw
cow eyes and dull hair, too many freckles
Too skinny. No curves. She said everything about her was ugly.
She couldn’t look past her flaws
and she had no one to do it for her.
She came to school alone, left alone. In class,
she sat in the back of the room. No one ever gave
a thought about her. For group projects,
she had to be paired with the absent kid.
She wrote in her diary all day. No one noticed when she was gone.
“She seemed pretty happy, alone...”
But she didn’t get to go home to a
loving mom and dad, like the other kids.
If anyone knew the reason of
why she had to make her own lunch out of weeklong leftovers
why she knew how to do her own laundry, buy her own dinner
why she hid sharp bruises behind the dirty clothes she wore each day—
Then maybe they wouldn’t have snickered behind closed cliques or
laughed at her beat-up diary
with its ugly scribbles the
Xanthet Species Text Ref (WIP)Xanthet Species Ref (for now)
Basically an overlay of my headworld Taiferia and its galaxy. I will be adding more soon and more about the other species.
My made up species of dragon bird things haha
Xanthets live in a far away universe galaxy thing where the elements of Sun and Moon, or in their language Tai and Fer, gave birth to everything. Their first eight children were the Element Signs: Fire, Earth, Air, Water, Light, Darkness, Space, and Time. Everything in this world is born under an Element Sign- each creature is blessed under one of these elements. Each element leans toward their father Tai or mother Fer. For example, if a Xanthet has an Element Sign of Fire, then he (or she) is strongest during day, when Tai is out, during Summer, the season of Sun, and when he is close to fire.
Fire, Water, Earth, and Air are common Element Signs. Almost 90% of every living thing in this planet is under one of these elements. 9.9% of the population is under Light or Darkness, the
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
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