Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode



I go down to the edge of the sea.

How everything shines in the morning light!

The cusp of the whelk,

the broken cupboard of the clam,

the opened, blue mussels,

moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—

and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,

dropped by the gulls оnto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.

It’s like a schoolhouse

of little words,

thousands of words.

First you figure out what each оne means by itself,

the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop

full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.


How to Be Mysterious


There is a trick to brushing your hair

from your eyes, to leaning оne-legged


against the lemon tree in your front yard

with a red ribbon around your wrist


to watch the white picket fence

sink into the white snow.


A mayfly dies the same day it’s born.

A long-lived mayfly.


Nothing in this world is unlike anything else.

So many people will ask you to be


beautiful and urgent, to discover

what you cannot have and desire it.


Don’t desire. Don’t despair.

Rain is оnly rain in mid-air.


Hands are how we touch the world. They’re tactile… sensual.


I slept there the night you said ‘I think I’m

falling in love with you,’ igniting a great unendurable

belongingness, like a match in a forest fire.


I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered

if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.


i think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest


i think it’s brave that you keep оn living

even if you don’t know how to anymore


i think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day

and you decide to fight


i know there are days when you feel like giving up but

i think it’s brave

that you never do


He sang so loud, sang so clear

I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,

So I invited him in, just to reason with him

I promised I wouldn’t do it again


if you choose the red

and i choose the blue

we can share the green


Whatever doesn’t kill you…

It’s gonna leave a scar


I’m extremely protective of the person I’m becoming.


- We basically just met each other.

- Well, I bond fast. Time is an illusian.

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