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Here We Are by ruinedbyproxy, literature
Literature
Here We Are
The cosmos is not only within us -- it is us. The self-awareness we possess is like two mirrors facing each other, one the force and the other its reflection, begetting an infinite tunnel of self-reference of which the very head that is trying to see down it gets in the way. Baffling and absurd, we find ourselves, to quote Saul Williams, "participants in a ritual older than our collective memory," a seamless stream of energy attempting, in an eddying moment of self-realization, to find out what the flying hell is going on.
"Why?", however, is a question that grasps for intent, for a fundamental reason. It's impossible to answer because in th
Songs for my father by poshlost, literature
Literature
Songs for my father
"Don't close that car door,"
she says, but he is islands away
and cannot see the shore, does not
know that walking means running means
The world is never the same when you return.
He forgets porch lights sometimes burn
out, and whether they are hot or cold depends
on when the world decides to turn
on your side of the sun, on summer heat, on
When you come back fighting, or if at all.
yskas gedig nommer 1 by PrometheanPenguin, literature
Literature
yskas gedig nommer 1
die reën dans soos trane uit die hemel fabriek
tot jeug in die ver donker kasteeltjies vlug
saans in slaap sug ek en vergeet van droom
ons lê in skadu by water en pynverdwyn volkome
'n naak aster se lippe blom soos die maan
dodelik mooi huil sy oor gister se wond
niemand troos vandag die vrees van 'n skemer bestaan
Goodbye, Butterfly by ruinedbyproxy, literature
Literature
Goodbye, Butterfly
Goodbye, Butterfly. I'll see you again
where ground meets sky and peace meets din.
Where black meets white and void meets form
and laughter meets cry and fear meets scorn.
Where sheath meets sword and being meets time
and peasant meets lord and body meets mind.
Where bones creak stress and muscles knot
and flowers wilt and things are forgotten.
Where child is born and elder turned
and names are made and body burned.
Where names are lost and labels bent
and translation fails to convey what's meant.
Where I meet you and you meet they
and they meet amorphous bodies of gray.
Where lightning lasts forever to a pixelated eye
and time winds down t
Remember to Breathe by ruinedbyproxy, literature
Literature
Remember to Breathe
Remember to breathe. Your poor, dismembered breath. Remember the rhythms of troughs and their crests. You're in the eye of a storm, bereaved at the prospect of eventually having to leave.
These elements exist despite us. Their chaos is meant to be braved. Sunbeams can deliver a sliver of hope when feelings are shades of depraved.
Remember to breathe. Allow yourself what time you need to see a reason spark from inner reeling. A season's change from ruthless seething. A shattering smattery of desperate graspery becoming contentment with self-actuality. An eruption of mirth, at being alive and on Earth from a stomach-sinking wave of grave grav
Harvest Moon by poshlost, literature
Literature
Harvest Moon
You remind me of the harvest moon
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
