Aug. 1st, 2012

pf_mod: modern pseudo-cubist painting of a red headed woman holding a book with a red cover (Default)
[personal profile] pf_mod
Day 22:
From this day forth, you tun into the dreamer
of everything: the world within your hand.


Day 23:
I'm not a car, I'm a person,
A man-god, a god-man
Whose days are numbered. Hallelujah


Day 24:
Whatever I scream or say or whisper is only
to console myself


Day 25:
I have gathered many consolations in my life
and squandered them, many sorrows
that I spilled in vain.


Day 26:
You didn't eat, weren't filled. You spoke big words
with a small mouth. Your heart will never learn to judge distances.


Day 27:
The scent of her drying hair is
prophesying in the streets and among stars.


Day 28:
These are the last days of books.
Next come the last days of words. Some day
you will understand.


Day 29:
Loving each other began this way: threading
loneliness into loneliness
patiently, our hands trembling and precise.


Day 30:
Later they'll jump down again
to the sound of applause and wars.


Day 31:
They are all dice
that landed on the lucky side.

Profile

poetry_fiction: (Default)
Your stop for the annual poetry fic challenge!

February 2025

S M T W T F S
       1
23 4567 8
91011121314 15
16171819202122
232425262728 

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated May. 23rd, 2025 03:56 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios