| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
~The Madman by Khalil Gibran~This is the intro to one of my favorite books, 'The Madman' by Khalil Gibran.More Like This
The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those
blue and gold are not just colorsshe had been blue-sightedMore Like This
since
dawn cracked her forehead.
it was the dress she wore on his funeral
the color of her school flag
the shine in her father's eyes;
she waited in blue and gold.
no, she refused to set a bar
because
life didn't just come to her.
she earned her place
in her mother's womb
when each blood vessel questioned her
each nerve ending, if she could live
and each antibody, if she was worth it.
see, she doesn't need new dresses.
she has a memory
for each of hers in her locked closet.
she may not wear all of them
(and most she cringes at the sight of)
but her heart
jumps enough
every time bits of her old
tar-stained sleeves and nicotine breathfor the first time in sixteen years, three months and twenty eight days, i heard a hum from my chest, instead of tobacco fireflies.More Like This
it hurt to move because every joint flickered and cracked with momentum of the slight embers at the end of your cigarette. reinforcement sucks.
i tried to let go of the silence that strangled us together when i was too weak to break away.
[that's all i ever used you for, you little bitch]
i needed to get over one so i used you till i could. too bad you got to throw me away first like little bits of inhaled nicotine. [i can still smell it in the air]
**
"you're just as irritating as you used to be," my foreh
Sta.sh
