We tried to give them happy names
These our white fists of old
We cried in shame for how
The clean water of our dear dreams unrolled
Love, love, and well – pure tiredness
With fires where we wept
The sweetest common tears
And thought ourselves alone
We tried to give them satisfactory homes
The poems we hid in cringes
When nobody looked, we spied the world
Holding the hands of bodiless owls
Our soul crept her gaze into the heart
Of all vulnerable things, like melting subtle
Understanding, compassion so smooth
That our letters to death would not rattle us
We found peace in those slow aching years
Like a dumb fish, blindfolded
We led ourselves to the infinite
A carbon bird that would flutter and glitter
To lick all melodies back to stuffed expression
The red last burst of our own particles of doom.
poetry courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tell-me-your-stories-393048281
I would like to nominate you for the Wonderful Team Member Readership Award (I know, it’s a mouthful!) Basically, someone nominated me, and I accepted, because it seemed rude not to and now I’m nominating you, ’cause you’re amazing!
http://barelyherenorthere.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/wonderful-team-member-readership-award-wow-thanks/
This is outstanding. Beautifully written!
I’m glad you enjoyed it Hearts
would like to reblog it to Heart…is that okay?
of course I always like those
Hey Wuji , how are things mate? A really great piece by the way, hauntingly beautiful. You need to stop showing me up!
Haha Yew you are funny!