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i've finalized some poems and i want to share them.
so, here:
a proper goodbye.
this’ll never smolder--
a flame we both spread in wild grass on the highway side
on the new side of a memory where all the children played
with their hands and faces caked with dirt.
we threw the match and faced the flames, laughing
and lying, kissing the night away- each garish star,
one by one, “come, twilight, come”
and we stand with arms outstretched to the unforgiving skies,
a rain of dying starlight
falling about us as heavy with Eden’s tears.
we laugh with heavy smiles, though in each
our hearts are breaking.
kicking at the dirt.
screaming at the sky.
what impulse then but to just scream
and laugh
and cry
and tremble with everything that wasn’t said
in hate, in sarcasm, in the utmost of relief in reaching the end of this too-long road.
it wasn’t the sky,
but only the unforgiving,
the unanswered
screaming to the sky
black on black but
never eye to eye.
my preference for eastern philosophy.
i should live in tibet,
where manmade beauty is a simple cycloid of a pattern
consisting of little more than many grains of coloured sand.
and monks sit gathered with outstretched hands, unassertive to the earthy finery flowing forth from their weathered palms caught once outside of prayer; vassal messengers to the written fate of where the grains should fall.
and the dying sun's decree should be to kill the earthy art,
when upon finishing the sandy message, the monks brush away the beads, a pattern never to be repeated precisely the same ever once again, save by some unexpected glitch in the universe.
i should live in tibet
where beginning and death dance day to day,
and i could be used to the idea of things ending.
.:carly