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Literature Text
there is a certain kind of secret
lost inside the essence of beauty
there is a certain path of words
that hang heavy in the air, long after their origin has left
h e a r t b e a t to h e a r t b e a t, breath to breath
I'm wondering who could
save
me
now
memories stay, replaying endlessly in your minds
but the fleeting smile only stays as long as the summer rain
dreams were always meant to be dreams
from ocean to ocean, saltwater starts to fall from our eyes
from star to star to sun to sun, light finds us
places are left behind and places are lost
but some of us always were wanderers
so, call out to me now
and see if I can find my way home
Literature
Evening child
We’d sit on porch steps
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellis
Literature
Growing Up
it seems that by now I’ve been diagnosed
with a mild case of weightlessness, mindless
drifting past empty homes and the emptier people
that purchased them. I remember conversations
with you about existentialism
and the almost intricate fabric of my mind and
everything in between, and you-- the way you
paused before making a point as
the words defined themselves in your head:
I remember the day I told you I was God.
Creator of all things unimportant, trapped
in the body of a girl with nothing left to give, you
believed me
it must be a beautiful place
inside your head, with a world
that revolves around hope and expectations
the way
Literature
Since You've Been Gone
You take my hand and you whisper to me,
"Darling, I love you and I promise I'll never leave..."
I look to you and without missing a single beat,
I say, "You were my missing piece, now I'm finally complete."
An involuntary smile spreads out across your lips,
And I can't help but smile as I lean in to taste your kiss...
Then the frame stops and it's stuck on this same scene;
My nights have been so haunted with the recurrence of this dream.
I always hope that I'll wake up and this dream will become true,
But I'm so tired of only dreaming...
Darling, I miss you...
[Chorus]
And since you've been gone I've been wasting away,
Just tryin
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What to say? Inspiration struck me and I'm sure you know what that feels like.
So tell me, what did you think of this little piece? Personally I like how it flows. I just started typing and it seemed like my fingers knew where I wanted to go with this piece.
Does it remind you of anything? When I was writing I keep thinking of certain concepts and I'd like to know if you thought of any as well.
And before you go, I'd like to ask you one more question. Have any of you ever read 'The Little Prince' by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry? What was your favorite part?
StarryNight
So tell me, what did you think of this little piece? Personally I like how it flows. I just started typing and it seemed like my fingers knew where I wanted to go with this piece.
Does it remind you of anything? When I was writing I keep thinking of certain concepts and I'd like to know if you thought of any as well.
And before you go, I'd like to ask you one more question. Have any of you ever read 'The Little Prince' by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry? What was your favorite part?
StarryNight
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I only read The Little Prince once, but I'd like to again. I loved Wind Sand And Stars, and Night Flight as well, though.