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I am the words that you speak. I blossom in the empty air. I light fireworks behind your eyes. I am plosive and I am sibilant. I am unseen, save for plumes of steam on a cold day. I am sound.
I am sound. I am syllables strung in a line. I have no inherent meaning. I am what you agree me to be. I am contract.
I am contract. I am addendums and codicils. I am unspoken loopholes. I am spelled out by gestures as much as by expelled air. I am speech.
I am speech. I am rhetoric. I am rules and I am form. I am syntax and grammar. I am a made thing.
I am a made thing. I am changing. I am in flux. I do not follow the old rules. I am an unmade thing.
I am the words that you speak.
I am sound. I am syllables strung in a line. I have no inherent meaning. I am what you agree me to be. I am contract.
I am contract. I am addendums and codicils. I am unspoken loopholes. I am spelled out by gestures as much as by expelled air. I am speech.
I am speech. I am rhetoric. I am rules and I am form. I am syntax and grammar. I am a made thing.
I am a made thing. I am changing. I am in flux. I do not follow the old rules. I am an unmade thing.
I am the words that you speak.
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Blue Eyes in Flames
When the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, hold
Literature
welcome to the real world
1. if someone invites you back to their place
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
don’t stress:
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna
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I wanted to grow old with you
I wanted to grow old with you:
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
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Wow, love this piece !