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July 20, 2007
Broken promises wrapped in stunning, powerful imagery: To Go Far by ~manchaliaina demands that you live the experience.
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Literature Text
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman, you promised
we'd have the legs to go far.
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman, you promised
we'd have the legs to go far.
Literature
Stop Naming Bits of Earth
Let them keep their slabs of fortune and safety-
there is fine reason
we listen to songs
that make us sad.
Literature
Set's story.
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i will never lie to you
he said
he said
lies are on my tongue and not my hands
he said
ha.
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between the river and inside the stone, sarcophogus fresh for saintly appendix, a walnut shell (once cracked, twice removed, three times consumed) bore a hole through the sand for the sake of oxygen. the scales got the best of the sponges, running them through coral furnaces and sulfuric dependencies, leaving in their wake an extinguished lust and a penchant for nonsequitur syllables. nonanon, nonanon, nonan
Literature
As A Row Of Tents
Genetics ganged-up,
forced my hair into retreat,
unable to cope with the things
I have to face.
So my haircut is,
shall we say, aerodynamic.
To lessen the effect
of my skull poking through.
Coupled with the harsh angles
of my face it gives me
a thuggish air. Policemen
eye me suspiciously,
OAP's cross the street
and real thugs
exhume their aggression
from shallow graves.
Donning designer specs
and perfectly ironed shirts
softens the impact
on the eye,
but unfortunately
it lends me an entirely
different air altogether.
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VICTOR!
I'm so not going in order, but it's as the whatsit strikes, y'know? I've written two Charlie poems and they both suck rancid petunias.
Edit: jan 21, 07
VICTOR!
I'm so not going in order, but it's as the whatsit strikes, y'know? I've written two Charlie poems and they both suck rancid petunias.
Edit: jan 21, 07
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this is really good.
i love the framing and the last line just makes me feel.
great job.
i love the framing and the last line just makes me feel.
great job.