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Literature
Small Flame
When relocating bugs
we advise cupping your free hand around them
as you would shield the first, delicate drag
from a freshly-lit cigarette.
Protect that tiny flame from the wind.
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Literature
Crickets Chirping
The din of crickets
seems so much more earthshattering
when it is reduced
to one lonely cricket purring
his heart out
and me
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Literature
Deep Blue Sea
Opening my eyes underwater, only to see innumerable
shades of blue, blurring into one another,
sets some reflective part of me trembling.
Not in fear of the magnitude of that chaos out there in the wide ocean.
I terrorize myself.
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Literature
A Room with a View
Sometimes,
when I walk out the door,
I look out over the houses
and watch the sun shatter
the clouds, watch the light
play on brick walls, watch
the gentle curve of the hills.
Sometimes,
it snows, and I look up
and watch flakes hit my face,
watch them melt on my glasses,
watch the sky
dissolve.
Sometimes,
I look down and watch
the sidewalk pass by.
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Literature
Fairy Tale
There's a hedgehog in my stomach,
and sometimes, she gets restless
and when she does, her quills erect
and her claws send shivers up my throat.
I live in fear that this hedgehog will escape,
and so every day, like Penelope in Ithaca,
I rebuild her cage.
And every night, she rips it up again.
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Literature
Piece of Mind
Pain
is distracting
when my body turns against me
all I can do is
turn back.
Too much of this
to drown out the static in my head
maybe I should just
tune the channel.
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Literature
In the Sun
When my breath tendrils around my face, and
dawn scrabbles for the sky,
Tears like sneezes stick in my throat;
Orion guide me home.
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Literature
Fairground
In my dreams,
I am a fluttering thing,
attached to nothing - the memory of some child's hand on my string.
Around other people,
I can pretend everything's all right.
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Literature
Aubade the Third
So many dawns,
so many wakings,
not all of them
sad.
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Literature
Blur
I'm starting to forget your smile
and the sound of your heart under my ear,
she said,
a throwaway line for a throwaway love.
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Literature
Aroma of longing
Hands
Drumming
Lips
Humming
a flutterby swirl of practical lust
oh if only
the sky could tilt and fall on me as I
lie on the air and dream of madness
missing and wanting, both achey heart-breaky:
something
is not
present; instead, hiding in the corners, out of your grasp,
clutching the remnants of your heart (a beautiful heart)
and wailing in fear
You
Fly
Away
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Literature
exclusive or
You and me, baby, never quite aligned, never quite right.  
You xor me, darling,
yields something so divine, so antithetical to human nature,
so perfect.
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Literature
Aubade II
cotton on fire
sunrise over waking world--
papers left to write
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Literature
Winter Dreams
Snow
softer than the sound of your
sleeping breath, and a
slim crescent moon: your
smile.
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Mature content
Corrective lenses :iconmorbidflight:morbidflight 0 0
Literature
Fall - epilogue
And if a leaf
were to
fall
into my outstretched palms
I would still wish upon it
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Literature
Ephemeral Elation
When the boredom kicks in
The sounds of a monotone bass become addictive
Turning up the volume becomes like
The craving of a sedative
The elation it brings
Always seems to leave too soon
And suddenly the volume cannot go any louder
Making my mind go numb and me immune
My numbness has a certain energy
A will to find an elation more immense
And as my current bliss rapidly fades
An appetite, a craving grows more intense
The sounds echo and reverberate in my ears
Making my fading elation saint
And with each beat, each tremor
My euphoria becomes all the more faint
"I want more! Louder!"
I feel myself say
Then added to my mindless desire
With rage and madness I begin to sway
Backwards and forwards
Until the sounds violently cease
And only while I continue this vicious cycle
Will I be kept ephemerally at ease.
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Literature
At Day's End
The sun sets along the horizon
Another day has come to an end
As the moon ascends to its nightly throne
She flees the darkness it brings
The clouds roar above her
Bright flares of light slice through the sky
And are instantly swallowed up
As the heavens wage war over her
Tears of rage soak her to the bone
Leaving her body numb with cold
She tries to run but stumbles
Dark figures like demonic warriors
Bind chains around her wrists
She struggles in vain to escape
As clawed hands tug and tear at her mind
Until she no longer knows what is real
And what is not
The closer she comes to the light
The greater the shadows become
Until they consume her whole
She is drowning
Unable to breathe
As the darkness penetrates her very soul
Envelope her whole
Her limbs jerk violently
As she tries to reach the surface
But is dragged further into the depths
As she slowly fades away beneath the waters
She begins to lose consciousness
Just when she has almost lost herself completely
Surrendered to the darknes
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It's strange.  I'm really quite a visual person, but I focus so heavily on the words.  I think part of it is that the challenge of translating a gesture, or a thought, or a memory, into words makes it more real.  I reify as I write.

But that means there's always a bit of the idea that's lost in translation, the ineffable bit of it.

So right now when I feel like felt torn apart, I know exactly what I mean, but there's no way that you can without having my thoughts.  But if I write that it feels like tearing, like extracting fibers that are inextricably bonded, then maybe you get a bit of an idea.  But the colors are washed out.  There's this great mass in my head that will never find voice.

I keep trying, though.  Maybe someday someone will understand exactly (even if it's in eighty-five years and I'm long dead and the person thinks s/he's insane for thinking that they get it).  For that hope, I keep writing.

(This will be cross-posted because it's a bit more personal than a typical dA entry...for me at least.)
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LordCOTA Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013
lol. Things, and stuff.
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Cassildra Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2011  Professional Writer
Thanks for the :+fav: on two pieces! Long time no talk, how ya been? :heart:
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morbidflight Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
They're good! I've been doing pretty well, I think. Just starting a masters program (so yeah, it has been a while...). I tend to pick up writing when I'm stressed, so I pop by dA every so often. You?
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Cassildra Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2011  Professional Writer
That's great to hear! :D

I just broke some writer's block, so I hope to be back for a while. :)
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morbidflight Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Yay on breaking the writer's block!
I think I've accepted that my dA habits are intermittent, and that's ok.
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carosene Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2011  Student Writer
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaank you for faving TCAST! <3 I hope you enjoy!
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Tatami Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2009
write more!
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morbidflight Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
I try, but I'm only a sometime poet. :blushes:
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Tatami Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
i hope someday you're less of a sometime poet and more of an oftentimes poet. Your messages and expressions of the messages are beautiful.
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Tap-Photo-and-Co Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
You're being featured overhere [link] :nod:
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