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days (aeons felt-like) ago
i wrote about the leave-taking
on the back side of a snapshot of a girl
mantled in a dress that had drawn garden on its fabric
on a xanthous, pristine paper;
then, i wrote inter every two lines of a diary's sheet:
fear's not always seen through
a lens of monochrome
-for a seed of reason
in a soil of artistic insanity of mind
has always known that you cannot say goodbye
to someone whose hello
you have never tasted on a tongue
from their own.
(we've been severed long before
the letter-written-with-the-vaguest-handwriting on a xanthous paper
was born)
i wrote about the leave-taking
on the back side of a snapshot of a girl
mantled in a dress that had drawn garden on its fabric
on a xanthous, pristine paper;
then, i wrote inter every two lines of a diary's sheet:
fear's not always seen through
a lens of monochrome
-for a seed of reason
in a soil of artistic insanity of mind
has always known that you cannot say goodbye
to someone whose hello
you have never tasted on a tongue
from their own.
(we've been severed long before
the letter-written-with-the-vaguest-handwriting on a xanthous paper
was born)
Literature
Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
t
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
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this was inspired by a poem my grandmother wrote to her then boyfriend on the backside of a picture of her (in those technology-free times!), back in the May 1960: when we separate someday/will you remember me/ probably with the separation/ our friendship won't become a void?/ (translated)
this is one of the most beautiful things i've seen/read in my whole life: so simple yet so thoughtful and emotion-filled and of course it was just a matter of a day i would write something that is inspired by that
i wrote the og version last night, where my personal touch was much more obvious, but today i re-wrote it in a way that should put more focus on a theme of longing for something that (probably) had never existed, and less on my personal story behind.sorrynotsoryy
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© Alessiah 2016.
this is one of the most beautiful things i've seen/read in my whole life: so simple yet so thoughtful and emotion-filled and of course it was just a matter of a day i would write something that is inspired by that
i wrote the og version last night, where my personal touch was much more obvious, but today i re-wrote it in a way that should put more focus on a theme of longing for something that (probably) had never existed, and less on my personal story behind.
notice little experiments
tell me what you think/fave/enjoy reading
music: Delain-Lucidity
© Alessiah 2016.
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What a beautiful poem, inspired by such a touching memory. The tone of nostalgia and wistfulness is so strong here.