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"So we all hate Bush now, that's the cool thing to do." - someone in my philosophy class (Kristen?)
wings caught on a corner outstretched
ensnared by the coporeal
and turned to stone
once your feet hit the ground
you can no longer fly
the afterglow of soul in the tones of her eyes
Soft-eyed boy drifting outside a hard-edged world
the colours in such eyes shaded in un-nameable hues
colours from beyond his worn surroundings
beneath the stone of walls and streets
his voice unheard under the crowd's weave of shouts
voice shaded by dreams and ideals
permeated with a heart unbound
wings of spirit confined to space, extended in imagination's grace
sketch
[note: both sketch and the last poem were inspired by a brief scene in Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince"]
wings caught on a corner outstretched
ensnared by the coporeal
and turned to stone
once your feet hit the ground
you can no longer fly
the afterglow of soul in the tones of her eyes
Soft-eyed boy drifting outside a hard-edged world
the colours in such eyes shaded in un-nameable hues
colours from beyond his worn surroundings
beneath the stone of walls and streets
his voice unheard under the crowd's weave of shouts
voice shaded by dreams and ideals
permeated with a heart unbound
wings of spirit confined to space, extended in imagination's grace
sketch
[note: both sketch and the last poem were inspired by a brief scene in Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince"]