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Literature Text
Tell me what it's like
For a blade
To cross against your neck
It's chilling,
Your nerves almost stop
And your thoughts release,
Prepared.
Explain to me
How it felt when you stepped
Off the stool
Adrenaline.
It coursed all throughout
In that beautiful agony
I always dreamed for
Show me what it's like
To die,
But never be dead
When you open your eyes,
Your respect for life grows -
The will to live never leaves -
But neither does the want to not.
For a blade
To cross against your neck
It's chilling,
Your nerves almost stop
And your thoughts release,
Prepared.
Explain to me
How it felt when you stepped
Off the stool
Adrenaline.
It coursed all throughout
In that beautiful agony
I always dreamed for
Show me what it's like
To die,
But never be dead
When you open your eyes,
Your respect for life grows -
The will to live never leaves -
But neither does the want to not.
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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Again, nothing to worry about. Vent poetry. I've just been thinking lately, and some thoughts have been inspiring poetry. I might explain after a few days, or maybe I'll just let the other pieces I'm writing speak...
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ImpactI absolutely loved your poem. Something about it was very intriguing. Very breath taking in my view. You put much detail in everything you write. I noticed something about this one specifically. I don't know exactly what, but there is something about it. Everything you produce in your writing, from what I can tell, comes from your heart. You put a lot of compassion into it, as well as putting your thoughts and ideas into a few words. I surely am going to "favorite" this. You did outstanding work and I'd love to see more. Once more- Very unique writings.
Sincerely,
Katie