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Literature Text
Tell me what it's like
For a blade
To cross against your neck
It's chilling,
Your nerves almost stop
And your thoughts release,
Prepared.
Explain to me
How it felt when you stepped
Off the stool
Adrenaline.
It coursed all throughout
In that beautiful agony
I always dreamed for
Show me what it's like
To die,
But never be dead
When you open your eyes,
Your respect for life grows -
The will to live never leaves -
But neither does the want to not.
For a blade
To cross against your neck
It's chilling,
Your nerves almost stop
And your thoughts release,
Prepared.
Explain to me
How it felt when you stepped
Off the stool
Adrenaline.
It coursed all throughout
In that beautiful agony
I always dreamed for
Show me what it's like
To die,
But never be dead
When you open your eyes,
Your respect for life grows -
The will to live never leaves -
But neither does the want to not.
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
Literature
Mirrored
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Again, nothing to worry about. Vent poetry. I've just been thinking lately, and some thoughts have been inspiring poetry. I might explain after a few days, or maybe I'll just let the other pieces I'm writing speak...
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I absolutely loved your poem. Something about it was very intriguing. Very breath taking in my view. You put much detail in everything you write. I noticed something about this one specifically. I don't know exactly what, but there is something about it. Everything you produce in your writing, from what I can tell, comes from your heart. You put a lot of compassion into it, as well as putting your thoughts and ideas into a few words. I surely am going to "favorite" this. You did outstanding work and I'd love to see more. Once more- Very unique writings.
Sincerely,
Katie