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For him, colors flowed as freely
as the sweet, piercing music that so
stirred his soul to these heights.
The air carried the scents of the seasons
– each lovely in its own way –
just as it held aloft the Gull and the Raven,
both deserving of his love, and receiving,
though they never were wise enough to know.
His life was a tempest he never strove
to tame, an eagle content to soar forever.
And while this tempest battered and bruised,
it never broke. There was an improbable strength
in perceived fragility, in the ephemereal smiles
and fey, dark eyes that could be stirred to tears
simply because a song was beautiful
and he was not.
as the sweet, piercing music that so
stirred his soul to these heights.
The air carried the scents of the seasons
– each lovely in its own way –
just as it held aloft the Gull and the Raven,
both deserving of his love, and receiving,
though they never were wise enough to know.
His life was a tempest he never strove
to tame, an eagle content to soar forever.
And while this tempest battered and bruised,
it never broke. There was an improbable strength
in perceived fragility, in the ephemereal smiles
and fey, dark eyes that could be stirred to tears
simply because a song was beautiful
and he was not.
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Literature
sometimes pretty words are all we can hope for
and sometimes we want more.
more than what we have,
more than what we can give
we want to be more than we could ever be because
we've set expectations higher than the skyscrapers lining
new york city's horizon and
there's more of them than there are
nightlife lights in the windows of people
who can't sleep at night because
they're looking out at the cityscape and wondering
if there's even more in life to hope for.
maybe this is all we have.
maybe all i can give to the world is
metaphors about galaxies
or vague admittance of
caged mind-demons rattling against their chains or
the way middle school / high school / life
has set me ablaze or
mayb
Literature
sappho.
imagine
a city that sings.
imagine a restless night,
a rain-washed sky, a
little cafe on the corner.
and there you are,
college-age sappho
penning poems in a
macbook, blue jeans
ripped at the knee.
neon light flickers.
your fingers dance,
your feet tap to the
rhythm on the radio,
your eyes are far away.
your shoulder blades
cast shadows on your
stardust-freckled skin.
you are lost in poetry.
you are beautiful
beyond words.
Literature
Courage
When you are lost,
Look deep within yourself,
To find the courage to smile on your darkest days,
To laugh in the face of your loneliness,
To look at yourself in the mirror past your insecurities,
To have faith that you are worth it,
To be brave enough to lift your head,
To see hope in the stars.
To find the strength to take the next step forward,
Even if the future is unknown.
Like a book you have the power to write your story.
Some chapters might be hard to get through.
They might drag you through the dirt.
But some will also show you light of the sun,
And the love in your heart.
Life is precious.
With the good times, and the bad.
They ma
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The short version: I'm a hopeless romantic and this poem is what being a hopeless romantic feels like.
The long version: This is a poem about love, but not in the way many poems are. In a way, this poem puts into words how I feel about love itself. The title was chosen as an homage to Pachelbel's Canon in D, the single most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard. To me, that song captures the feeling of being in love better than I ever could, but I hoped to give it a try in this little piece of poetry. I hope you all enjoy it for what it's worth.
The long version: This is a poem about love, but not in the way many poems are. In a way, this poem puts into words how I feel about love itself. The title was chosen as an homage to Pachelbel's Canon in D, the single most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard. To me, that song captures the feeling of being in love better than I ever could, but I hoped to give it a try in this little piece of poetry. I hope you all enjoy it for what it's worth.
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This is really beautiful I can almost see the colors and the animals soaring through the sky, and hear the music and the rushing of the wind