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Atomsplit
Hello dear, Your words to my ears are precious and full of diamonds. You have lost all the skin down to your knuckles, but still you seem so beautiful and polished. Explosions, flames engulfing you and me. You tore up my heart, and left beauty as we waltzed atop my veins and arteries. You were more than the woman of my dreams, more than a figment of my imagination. You were real. Skeletally structured with muscles and skin, your existence was blank, you were surrealism; embodied.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Letter to Walt Whitman
My Dear Walt Whitman, Primarily, I feel compelled, before any other written action of mine is composed, I am compelled to exceedingly compliment your blatantly-written work, Song of Myself, as one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of perusing and contemplating! Were I to travel in time to meet you, I would convey the impeccable impact your artfully-written work has had on literature even to my own day and time, in the year 2013. The book my literature class studies praises and quotes you as "the poet of both the beautiful and the plain, the body and the soul; [and says] his sexual honesty and refusal to feel ashamed of the body was a slap in the face to Victorian prudishness."
By Keilie Desirea Rose8 years ago in Poets
Bundles of Sun
The first lights of dawn bounce off the stain glass windows of the freshly painted white crisp church. Voices flow out and through the door harmonizing with the wind, greeted with paper airplanes and children's laughter. A painter in the park contemplates the canvas before him, how does one paint love? The baker hums the song of a mockingbird as he prepares for the day ahead, the mailman hops down the street playing with the children laughing till their stomachs fiercely hurt. The old little woman sits on a porch swing smiling as souls sail past her. She picked up a golden basket woven with precision. "Ma'am what is in the basket?" inquired a young girl with as many freckles as stars in the sky. "Bundles of sunshine" The old women grinned. "Take it and be the sun and warmth in someone's life for we as humans tend to walk in confidence while some cower in the dark brambles of life's most painful thorns" the old wise soul whispered. The young girl stood in awe, as she walked away she could not peel her eyes off the bundle of sun. The old women sighed of comfort as she watched the young child walk away with hope.
By Alvina Borishkevich8 years ago in Poets
Faith Be Changed
The lady Esther had just laid the children to sleep. As she gathers her thoughts of what the Lord may be doing, she walks the hall that leads to his bedchamber. She rounds the corner and cannot believe what she sees. Her legs felt like iron. She tried to speak, but her voice was as quiet as a mouse. It did not seem to catch their attention, for they were lost in each other's eyes. The candle light in the hall was enough to see one another well, for they seemed as if they were in love. She finally manages to move a little. The stone beneath her foot made a sound that made them both turn their heads and see her standing there. He was stunned to see her stand there. He wonders how much she has seen of the two. She felt betrayed by the one she called her friend, lover, husband, and the father of their children. He tried to reach her, but she stepped out of his reach for she was able to move her body and run back the way she came. Tears run down her face as she tries to get back to her room, but she is suddenly stopped by a figure who is standing in front of her, holding his hand out. She hears a voice speak to her, but his lips do not move. "Come with me, for you will be in no more pain, no more sadness. But utter happiness." She moves slowly, reaching her hand to his. Than someone behind her says, "my Lady get away from him!" She turns fast and sees Captain a few steps behind her: running to her, trying to reach her. But is not fast enough, for he wrapped himself around her, drawing her close to him. With the sound of cracking thunder outside shining bright in the window next to them, the Lady and man were gone. Where did they go?
By Natasha Curtis8 years ago in Poets
