progressprogress8 years ago in Literature Submissions
it started relatively fast
after i had first seen you
that i was reminded of you
every day, meaning in fact each day
one day it would be just your name
popping up like a neon sign in the dark
the next day a smell would waft by
inexplicably conjuring up some memory
then i would catch the sound of some notes
from a song that expressed my feelings so well
and so on, and so on, and so on
along with those memories,
some warmth around the heart,
putting a smile on my face -
that was a phase of surreal romance
of dreams dreams dreams
then, when our smoothly going conversations
became more difficult, subdued and sparse
because of too many expectations, desires, obstacles,
these daily sensations were spiced with a little pain,
but still they occured reliably each day
out of the blue, unexpectedly, disturbing me -
that was a phase of regrets, missed chances,
i got so used to it
the sensations were like the lover youd never be
i lived with them and was s
The Dark People of Sao TomeThe dark people of Sao Tome with knotted muscles were told not to flyThe Dark People of Sao Tome8 years ago in Literature Submissions
By science, and a God that poked his head through the blue above.
There were dangers untold in the sunken underbellies of clouds
And none to wait with opened arms when they lost their hold on air.
But things stirred, ever full and rich with truth
In the depths and canyons of their minds.
A weathered woman, old as rocks and water,
Would sometimes steal a moment or two to dream, to remember.
The passing days and months turned these moments into many hours.
One boy, young as sunrises, would place a foot in their air
And then the other, just to know that he could.
The passing days and months moved on to see him walking home
On the air, all the way.
By the light of moon, a youth who had much to learn of the world
But knew every secret of earth and sky
Would climb to the spindly, flexing tips of trees, and leap into chilled air.
He would slow himself, stop himself before he touched ground to hang there,
Lessons for flying and divingMy best friend is a big fan of diving. Me, I'm more of a flying guy. The only difference is that when flying you're not supposed to plummet in the end. I can't say I ever understood the fear of heights. It's the depths that really get to me.Lessons for flying and diving8 years ago in Literature Submissions
The last time my best friend went diving he forgot to come back. I'm still waiting. They tell me he's going to rise up some day. He better have, so that I can finally teach him to fly. There's just one trick to it: don't fall. That ain't no rocket science.
Shredded From...by novranthe strand of life rippedShredded From...by novran9 years ago in Literature Submissions
taken from what life was, now
by the soul, one tree
The Tragic Cyclelife starts with a seedThe Tragic Cycle8 years ago in Literature Submissions
and grows to become a tree...
---till one cuts it down.
MirrorFluid reflectionMirror8 years ago in Literature Submissions
He launches forward
But will it shatter?
rememberanceI remember when rain in winterrememberance9 years ago in Literature Submissions
Meant the arrival of spring
I remember when the only spring time flooding
Was in the garden
I remember when summer showers
Where not destructive
I remember it was in autumn
That the leaves turned red
But there is rain in December
There are entire cities flooded by rain
There are hurricanes destroying the landscape
And we can see the changing leaves in midsummer
We are slowly killing the planet
All in the name of progress
Release the anchorMy very roots extended manically into the ground, holding me down like an anchor. No matter how much I struggled, they just wouldn’t let me go. I swayed and swayed, I swang in the wind with all of my might, but I feared that the only way I could escape was… death. Death, or luck.Release the anchor8 years ago in Literature Submissions
I didn’t know what to do, until another tree sprouted next to me.
If I’d had eyes, they’d have been gleaming. If I’d been a bird, I’d have soared five miles into the sky.
Now I’m old… Rotting.
And I know that I’ll die smiling.
The Secret to SuccessConstantly we set goals for no reason whatsoever. Dream of the day when there is nothing left to accomplish, torn from your roots with nowhere left to grow. Feel the rush when you gasp for breathe and have nothing left to grab onto. What's the point of progression?The Secret to Success9 years ago in Literature Submissions
Never worry about being forgotten; don't try to leave a mark by improving near-perfection. Live your life for you. Ignore those who ridicule you for having no real aspirations.
Trust me, when you're eighty-seven, on your deathbed, you won't be disappointed that you never accomplished something you didn't set out to do.
'Life's like a tree''Life's like a tree'8 years ago in Literature Submissions
to age-lines of fallen trees --
I feel growth.
Death of Lightbulb.He lingered for only a moment, because even after all these years, he still remembered. Her face was unchanged, beautiful in its own way. The folds of black looked harsh against her delicate features.Death of Lightbulb.8 years ago in Literature Submissions
People were eyeing him, perhaps made uncomfortable by his grief. There was a cough and someone behind him fidgeted. But he wasnt finished. He couldnt say goodbye. She couldnt leave him, not like this.
He leaned down close to her, close enough to kiss. He let the words hang in the air between them, unspoken. Then he reached behind her head, and flicked the switch on.
Eyes On the HeavensIm going home now. the man repeated in earnest. An elderly village woman continued to sneer and a little boy laughed, others only shook their heads in shame.Eyes On the Heavens9 years ago in Literature Submissions
Be sure to bring us a souvenir! one cruel looking fisherman yelled over the heads of those who had gathered on the dock.
Indignant, the self proclaimed savior searched their faces for any sign of understanding. Finding none, he turned toward the expanse of ocean before him and, his eyes blissfully on the heavens, sprang towards home.
The subsequent splash caused laughter from some and a burning sense of shame from others.
ProgressMy bare feet are clammy against the dank raftProgress8 years ago in Literature Submissions
air chilled my pale lips as I breathed in and laughed
I swang side to side readying myself for the run
and off like a bullet I ran towards the sun
I progressed down the deck up to the blue swell
and my nose cringed quickly at the cruel acrid smell
I looked into the water and jumped off the end
My body's so cold, but the chill is my friend
The wind brushed my cheek as I began to fall down
and for the first time, I thought I would drown
but I couldn't go back so in the water I splashed
and into the waves I cowardly crashed
In the frigid cold flood I searched for a breath
If I didn't find air it would be my own death
My lungs burned so hot, an anxiety attack
so much pain to go through, before my vision went black
The last thought I had, my last good farewell
was the reason I let myself get caught in this swell
how I was nervous and scared, but I jumped anyways
the fact that I did it for me and not the appraise
Five minutes ago I was caught in
ProgressRoots seek through the earth -Progress9 years ago in Literature Submissions
sparrow's call rides falling leaves -
still making progress.