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Last night
You came to me in a dream-fraction,
You materialised from a floating cup of ether-mist.
It was your skin,
But your soul contents –
A weak representation
Leftover from the little I knew
Of you.
Your face, so young,
Memories and my subconscious
Can not age you.
You mumbled words
That I now cannot recall:
Wingding verses.
Although, I do remember those terrifying
Crystal eyes,
With ice-cut fishing holes.
I do not swim
In those drowning dolines
Anymore.
You came to me in a dream-fraction,
You materialised from a floating cup of ether-mist.
It was your skin,
But your soul contents –
A weak representation
Leftover from the little I knew
Of you.
Your face, so young,
Memories and my subconscious
Can not age you.
You mumbled words
That I now cannot recall:
Wingding verses.
Although, I do remember those terrifying
Crystal eyes,
With ice-cut fishing holes.
I do not swim
In those drowning dolines
Anymore.
Literature
Love, According to the Greeks
Love is a flame; it has potential to heal,
But ‘tis also the greatest pain one may feel.
Oh, and so many kinds exist,
But which one shall be your best fit?
Is it the light hearted eros or ludus?
The desirable pragma or agape?
But be careful not to jump into the fray;
You may catch mania; obsession, decay,
Possessive, accompanied by lust, and envy.
‘Tis much worse than common idolatry.
Do you exhibit eros, or lust and infatuation?
Yes my friend, there is a differentiation.
One may be physical but it is healthy!
The other is rooted in no logic; fantasy.
And, oh, when delightful eros and pragma meet!
Will end with a wo
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Uncle Bills pet-tauraunt and bar
“Uncle Bill’s pet-tauraunt and bar” written by Wolfboy-Who-Cuddles “Hey Bri I’m headed to than new restaurant/bar combo on 7th avenue called Uncle Benjamins are you interested in going with?” Bri shouted from another room “It’s just a restaurant, why not just cook for ourselves tonight?” Bri smiled as she knew once the cat is out of the bag Deanna would be as eager as a school girl to go “ because it’s a pet diner and I know how much you love dogs” Deanna lit up instantly and practically dragged her friend out the front door. As they drove a question popped into Deanna’s head, “hey Bri? Why are you wanting to go to a dog diner if you prefer cats? Bri rolled up her window cause the wind was messing with her blonde hair and responded with “ because it’s not just a dog diner there are supposed to be cats too” this made Deanna raise an eye brow “ well that’s a bit odd don’t you think? I’ve never heard of an animal café or bar that does cats and dogs” “well then they are the first I
Literature
Afraid
Why do days that start so sunny
Have to have clouds
They gather, swirl and twist
Overcast and sudden rain
Lightning and thunder
I wore a sun dress
But you brought the storm
I just want to hold on
To the little bit of love
That I can still call mine
Losing even a tiny piece
Leaves me terrified
Of becoming empty
Don't say it's for my own good
When you want to change me
Every time you tell me
I'm not ideal, I'm living wrong
I wonder why it matters now
Years wasted when you could of
Shaped me
Guided me
Lead me
To being this better person
Why am I the failure when
You failed me first
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do magical seeds lose their powers? I can be so strange and haunted. This is my ultimate secret. All I ever wanted was someone to be strange with. I'm happy being currently accepted for being myself. This is enough.
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The secret of wanting to be strange with someone is a familiar one. "Wingding verses" is apt for so many poets. I think magic seeds can lose their magic. But as I've heard told, energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just moves on to another form.