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IndelibleI looked up from my seat on the busIndelible by Contradictory55
through the window across from me
and upon seeing the city, I thought:
"That. That is mankind's footprint,
our stamp upon this large Earth,
our proclamation of our lowly existence."
Then I looked down
at the book in my hand
and I thought:
"This. This is as close as we will get to God,
our ability to create solely from our imagination.
To print our thoughts and creation upon
something once alive, is still living,
in a new form and in new ways.
Love of writing? No, this,
books, authors, novels, literature, this,
this is love of creation.
Every word cannot live on its own,
but in cohesion with others it
creates a story that can.
Confined between these pages,
characters fictional and otherwise,
alive and dead, speak to us.
From first love to first heartbreak,
first kiss to first fight to last kiss,
there can be beauty in the sadness.
Beauty in the tears that fall as we fall
for these people inside these pages
because beauty is more than phy
Unheard SongsilenceUnheard Song by Contradictory55
a single strumming note
A voice not understood
meant to be felt
to reverberate inside ribcages
where tears fall from hearts-
Beyond the understandable
leaving behind a sense of
sadness and grief surpassing
the barrier of a foreign language
because sadness is multilingual.
The guitar chords are a backdrop
the primal thrum for a primal feeling
each word flows to the next
following a rhythm all their own
a letter to an anonymous receiver.
behind the left ribcage
something is thumping and
with every inhale
is an exhale of a word
that has only one meaning
Tears don't have to fall from eyes
but a throat's reverberations
hold the meaning of the inexpressible.
My VoiceI'm a little upset right now, but here's a video of me reading one of my poems out loud:StarlightShoals
If anyone wants me to do a reading of another poem I've written, feel free to request one.
attention spani walk down the shoals shedding all that i ownStarlightShoals
as i wonder where i am
recognition escapes me for this place we ended up
i don't think it's what we intended
and i could accuse you of so many things
but i'm tired of trying to forgive them
the thought of you makes my heartbeat bleed
maybe i'll never have all that i need
but you brought me the best and the worst things i've felt
and now i just want to feel something
i didn't expect it to die like this
smothered in silence and quiet
but your feelings faded along with me
as this phantom phased out of your life
distance isn't what disconnects
it's only your attention span
and i love you dear
i loved you near
but i'll never forgive you again
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My real name is a secret. My given name is unknown. My taken name is Leech.
I have a daemon who hasn't chosen her animal yet.
I am a demigod, but Hermes doesn't accept me.
Well...where do I start. I've been drawing as far as my memories reach back. I think I was 5, but I'm not sure. Out of drawing in spare time at home and school, I kind of got attached to art. It kind of clung on to me, as if it'll never let go. I let it stay, it steadily gradually grew and it turned into passion and it still grows...
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