Mourning the End of Night Mourning (the End of Night)Mourning the End of Night by ~dantes-paradiso
When I tear myself from bed
to silence my alarm
and my mind is full of pigeons
with their eyes plucked out—
blind, futile thoughts
flapping madly, wildly
each crashing into another,
spinning, careening, falling…
when the pale light sifts
through the window in ribbons
splitting up the room
into a Picasso painting
and the mountain of sheets
and blob of mattress
look so warm and soft
and my skin is so rough
from the hardened residue
of late-night caffeine
and when I squint
from the multihued carpet
at all this absurdity
the fate of the universe
seems to rest on one question,
on
Live to Dream Farewell Villanelle: Live to DreamLive to Dream by ~dantes-paradiso
Do you live to dream like me?
Always waiting for subdued rest,
Needing to be set free.
Can you hear across a sea
My longing for that long-gone crest;
Do you live to dream like me?
Do you grow the fruited tree
With now a wavering zest,
Needing to be set free?
Can you still see me?
Do I have a face in the north-Northwest?
Do you live to dream like me?
Sounds of madness twinkle in me;
I explode with yearning in my chest,
Needing to be set free
From where it never rains outside of me,
Living this deranged jest.
Do you live to dream like me;
To finally be set free?
Sublime SublimeSublime by ~dantes-paradiso
Your hair melts into my face
Green eyes hide in slumber, now within safety.
Through your black window
Downtown dots paint an untamed sea.
Imbibing your sweet, gentle scent
Swirling in your rich, subtle stupor.
I watch hazily from your bed
As the nightlife lights dance for us.
Alone in warm embrace
That shields us from the earth.
Seen in solitude only by
The glittering flecks of gold and silver.
My satiated skin
Savors your body.
It's mellow in your room
But outside, the city's turned on.
La Mar La Mar (the sea)La Mar by ~dantes-paradiso
I was about to correct you when you
said "la mar."
I was going to say that "mar" is masculine—
"el mar."
But you looked at me, and my eyes tripped
into yours and splashed
in the murky blues and grays and greens, the waves
crashing on the shores of your irises
and I stopped and
decided
your eyes knew better
how feminine is the sea.
Sta.sh
I saw your gallery and it's amazing! Your art looks so great!
I haven't been here in a while,
awesomely awesome.
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"Art is why I get up in the morning" ~Ani Difranco
Speaking of photography, you are very good at it, so why don't you put a few pieces of your stuff up here?
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"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it too serenely ... to be encumbered with your old nonsense"
-RWE
*does a small first comment dance*
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"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it too serenely ... to be encumbered with your old nonsense"
-RWE
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"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it too serenely ... to be encumbered with your old nonsense"
-RWE