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oceanside there are saltdrops
and aqualine sunsets
but on a grass sea
our skirts billow lustily
at the touch of
the dust-winds
they unfailingly rush off
with my breath
Summits offer a view of the
world around and i see
where peace isn't
but stillness screams so shrilly
here from the banshee grassblades that I
am too wise for you and
I know
that stoicism as a rule
cuts like chaos.
here my grandfather shuffles in
dressed in oil and dust
and I love him even if
he has a Past: how he shrunk
in a time when death was
curious, overbearing: prevalent, mindnumbing
he lived in a uniform
---
and I tell him
'you could have stayed for your land
you could have hidden in the grassblades'
and his eyes were shining, diamondhard and earthsoft
and so old when he says
'honey, the land waits
this corn waits
the soil, it always waits.
but when people were dyin'
god didn't
sit and water his garden
he fought
and so did i.'
---
I gaze out the screen door and here it is:
exultant mountains
cleansing seas and
caressing blackforests sing me to sleep
and stroke my hair
but in the midmorning glare
in the spotlight
the plain is the only place where we can know
(clearly)
and aqualine sunsets
but on a grass sea
our skirts billow lustily
at the touch of
the dust-winds
they unfailingly rush off
with my breath
Summits offer a view of the
world around and i see
where peace isn't
but stillness screams so shrilly
here from the banshee grassblades that I
am too wise for you and
I know
that stoicism as a rule
cuts like chaos.
here my grandfather shuffles in
dressed in oil and dust
and I love him even if
he has a Past: how he shrunk
in a time when death was
curious, overbearing: prevalent, mindnumbing
he lived in a uniform
---
and I tell him
'you could have stayed for your land
you could have hidden in the grassblades'
and his eyes were shining, diamondhard and earthsoft
and so old when he says
'honey, the land waits
this corn waits
the soil, it always waits.
but when people were dyin'
god didn't
sit and water his garden
he fought
and so did i.'
---
I gaze out the screen door and here it is:
exultant mountains
cleansing seas and
caressing blackforests sing me to sleep
and stroke my hair
but in the midmorning glare
in the spotlight
the plain is the only place where we can know
(clearly)
Literature
Embrace
She stood out like a sun spot blazing across the sky, eyes bright blue, energy radiating around her like a halo around the moon. A force to be reckoned with. Goddess among men. Something otherworldly, magnificent. And then, in just a split second, a little blink, she calmed the whipping storm around her and everything muted. The air still crackled around her, static electricity upon the sand. The bright blinding light receded into her skin and her figure shifted slightly into focus.
She smiled then, the most brilliant smile and extended a white, soft hand. "Come my friend, we have much to do, but not here."
I looked up from where I had fall
Literature
that one...
That one…
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
That one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance for…
We want what we can’t have
It’s all the same with love
The one that makes you wish you had
The one that makes you cry
The one that makes you love her more
And the one that makes you fly
If you love her more than the world
You should never let her go
Because if she gets away from you
You will never forgive yourself
That one girl that you wished for
That one girl that you lived for
The one girl that you’d die for
And the one girl you missed your chance
Literature
Welcome to my Mind
Welcome to my mind
Is it safe?
Is it happy?
Or is it dark?
I cannot tell you, nor can my mind.
Good luck with what you find.
From each corner grows
Something exciting, something new
Creating is what I do.
Though for each light bulb corner
There is a shadow.
Control them?
No, I've tried.
The battle rages on forever inside.
All I can hope
Or all I can do
Is balance the demons, with creation anew.
- Jon D. B.
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For a family who have stuck here and believed with a timeless mulelike faith in God and corn and there is something so infinitely melancholy in this vast sky; maybe I will never come to leave it.
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written in february.
this piece haunts me.
i would lovelove suggestions on how to make this real; how to make you smell the earth and wind and fertilizer as you read.
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written in february.
this piece haunts me.
i would lovelove suggestions on how to make this real; how to make you smell the earth and wind and fertilizer as you read.
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