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Literature Text
Night settles
like a sweater
over the city
its electrical spool
laces the dark
with yellow
and laminates
water
sparkling brown
Darkness is the
final navigator
the last one
in the room
after lights dim
and flicker out
like a sweater
over the city
its electrical spool
laces the dark
with yellow
and laminates
water
sparkling brown
Darkness is the
final navigator
the last one
in the room
after lights dim
and flicker out
Literature
Gaze
You're a bright strange flower
in my garden of spoiled salted soil.
Why did you bloom here in this,
Your almost fantasy, my dear your precious.
Hard to bare this sick affair.
All that stirs alive in me
all that was buried becomes unearthed.
and what was never there twists and turns and births your curse, I'm cursed...
I watch you wither away,
away from me and my world of grey.
I plead I beg, please stay!
keep me mesmerized, keep me lost in your gaze.
Oh well my strange strange flower, keep me as a memory, keep me as a sparkle in your eye.
Literature
Seasonal Depression
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
Literature
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
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For me, this poem evokes both the beauty and fear that night can bring with the last verse carrying a peaceful finality that stands out with the opening line-“Darkness is the final navigator”. Well done