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There is a place,
and there is not a place
with one million rooms.
And in every cheaply
furnished space,
someone rolls the news.
A masklike orange patriarch
featureless over thoughts.
Below a tortuous flickering bulb,
in every room a box-
muted and all meaning lost.
A myriad displaced shapes,
crash about in ringing gloom
In the darkest place:
We are moths-
One in every room.
and there is not a place
with one million rooms.
And in every cheaply
furnished space,
someone rolls the news.
A masklike orange patriarch
featureless over thoughts.
Below a tortuous flickering bulb,
in every room a box-
muted and all meaning lost.
A myriad displaced shapes,
crash about in ringing gloom
In the darkest place:
We are moths-
One in every room.
Literature
infinitesimal.
you'll never notice me.
i am silent like the swans
you love, floating on the water
in pairs, necks intertwining.
"that is love," you sigh,
running your pianist fingers
through your hair.
"if only i had someone to be
my swan-mate."
you'll never notice me.
i adore you as naturally as
the sun shines,
as the wind blows,
as the seeds grow.
you say,
"i just want one nice girl
who will let me treat her like a princess."
please, call me cinderella.
you'll never notice me.
you grab my hand and pull me into
a waltz. you pay for my dinner,
you take me with you on adventures.
we speak to the wind
and yell when it's silent.
we dan
Literature
In A House Beyond The Forest
In a house beyond the forest,
lived a man of spirit poorest
who penned stories of hate and war
in his dark room on the top floor.
Many years past, he locked his door
thinking the world he should ignore.
He showed his writings to no soul;
just kept writing without a goal.
Kept stock of each book on each shelf,
read Poe and Tolstoy by himself,
reread pages in dust covered,
trite tales of strife and scorned lovers.
Some things were passed under his door
Water, off'rings of food and more
newspaper clippings that he burned
for his care the world had not earned.
Footsteps in the hall he ignored,
even the rare knocks at his door;
t
Literature
Metamorphosis
Makes us better and forces us to grow up.
When you see, you are stronger, smarter, tougher, evolved.
Today you say: heartbroken.
One day you'll say:
"metamorphosis"
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Yes yes, I repeated the word room three times, it was intentional.
For the approx 1m iraqi civil deaths.
Moths = souls.
For the approx 1m iraqi civil deaths.
Moths = souls.
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I absolutely love the intricacy of the structure.