I am having a Week and need distraction, so here we go again. For those who weren't around last round (it's been a while), it is just like Iron Author, except I reserve the right to flake
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Nothing stays green. The sleeves that spoke of sex and spring and drew contempt at court, a ribald rhyme for dower, are but browned now, not gold but yellowed, like the old year's snow which, crusted and muddied, stubborn still remains and 'gainst the hard, the unforgiving ground prostrates itself in vain. Another girl Would find another castle, change her name get a new gown at least. God knows there's coin enough. But for her there's only ever one. The stains will go only at knife point. Samite, on the bias, smoothly tears. Then shall we all learn how long the red remains, before it fades.
Has it been only days? Already I’m forgetting how you touch How short a shelf life has ‘always’
These chains that held me open to your gaze Now empty, weigh me down like twenty such Has it been only days?
It had been months, you said. Desire slow decays While I, oblivious, believed too much How short a shelf life has ‘always’
I have this much pride left: that no one stays Who wants to go. I love too hard to clutch Has it been only days?
If I cannot have you, I can have grief, which plays Your last words in my ears, a sorry crutch How short a shelf life has ‘always’
I’m like a slipped-jess bird which, free, delays To linger on the wrist, a rabbit in the open hutch Has it been only days? How short a shelf life has ‘always’
Thanks! That would be the reason for the bad week in the original post. Also why only the emo, or twistable to emo, prompts have gotten answers so far. :)
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Nothing stays green. The sleeves that spoke of sex and spring
and drew contempt at court, a ribald rhyme
for dower, are but browned now,
not gold but yellowed, like the old year's snow
which, crusted and muddied, stubborn still remains
and 'gainst the hard, the unforgiving ground
prostrates itself in vain. Another girl
Would find another castle, change her name
get a new gown at least. God knows
there's coin enough. But for her
there's only ever one. The stains will go
only at knife point. Samite, on the bias,
smoothly tears. Then shall we all learn
how long the red remains, before it fades.
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Already I’m forgetting how you touch
How short a shelf life has ‘always’
These chains that held me open to your gaze
Now empty, weigh me down like twenty such
Has it been only days?
It had been months, you said. Desire slow decays
While I, oblivious, believed too much
How short a shelf life has ‘always’
I have this much pride left: that no one stays
Who wants to go. I love too hard to clutch
Has it been only days?
If I cannot have you, I can have grief, which plays
Your last words in my ears, a sorry crutch
How short a shelf life has ‘always’
I’m like a slipped-jess bird which, free, delays
To linger on the wrist, a rabbit in the open hutch
Has it been only days?
How short a shelf life has ‘always’
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