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Literature Text
Ultimately
Humans are
Just simply
Fleeting thoughts
Destined to
Fade into memory
Humans are
Just simply
Fleeting thoughts
Destined to
Fade into memory
Literature
...
what's the point of china, if it
never gets used. just sits on
the shelf, collecting dust.
that's all were good for
anyways,
the looks.
then we break.
[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,
but it's really poison .]
Literature
I Came as an Echo
I came as an echo.
My sound, often tenuous, sometimes tepid,
festers in the hollow of my aching throat: a vessel for uncommitted actions.
I travel, ricocheting along thick foliage, stone walls, and mountaintops,
eagerly searching for a comfortable grave
in the rusted-red sky, the burnt, sinking Sun,
where the stars await my last, dissipating cry.
The moon scoops me up and
dusts my murmurs across the centuries.
I whisper to her, “I came as an echo;
I depart as ash.”
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everything left unsaid.
I was watching the flowers
wilt in my hands,
sullen, brown-tinted petals
curling over and dying
with break-necked proclivity,
a lifeline of wastrels
marching over the bridge of my nose,
eyes open wide and
let the rivers in.
A thousand estuaries
lapping, wave upon wave
of smoke-enveloped fishing boats,
washed up on the shore
lying, rusting,
among the flower petals;
leviathan
grave-robbers, pollen-crazed
and greedy
stole into my heart,
read mysteries in my arteries
and plundered my lungs
for any last breath --
and left me
gasping
for yours
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Very deep and very true, nicely worded