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And here we go again. You gifted me with an amulet that you found buried deeply in the underground. I can feel its intricate patterns while I run my fingers over it to stop them from shaking. You have been away in the mines for ages and I continued to live my life without you. Why did you return now?
“I finally found a gift that is worth handing it to you.”, you say.
Stupid man. All I ever wanted was the touch of your hand, no matter what presents it carried.
Your eyes grew so dim in the mines. Instead of searching for veins of gold I wanted your eyes on me, my eyes, my neck, my breasts, my thighs. All I ever wanted was your attention, idiot.
And there you went strolling off into a mine leaving me behind. Without your hands, without your eyes on me, without your attention. What did you think I would do, feeling left behind like a stray dog or the dog's old chewed up toy? What did you think I would do?
I did wait for you, oh I did. For seven long years. Can you really begrudge me for giving up in the eighth? I am no longer eighteen and you always knew I wanted children.
So I slept with your brother, the closest I could get to you. I carry his child below my heart.
So what now, miner, what now?
My heart is still yours, but my child isn't.
“I finally found a gift that is worth handing it to you.”, you say.
Stupid man. All I ever wanted was the touch of your hand, no matter what presents it carried.
Your eyes grew so dim in the mines. Instead of searching for veins of gold I wanted your eyes on me, my eyes, my neck, my breasts, my thighs. All I ever wanted was your attention, idiot.
And there you went strolling off into a mine leaving me behind. Without your hands, without your eyes on me, without your attention. What did you think I would do, feeling left behind like a stray dog or the dog's old chewed up toy? What did you think I would do?
I did wait for you, oh I did. For seven long years. Can you really begrudge me for giving up in the eighth? I am no longer eighteen and you always knew I wanted children.
So I slept with your brother, the closest I could get to you. I carry his child below my heart.
So what now, miner, what now?
My heart is still yours, but my child isn't.
Literature
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
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This is my Pong2 part4 inspired by poca2hontas' Fossil (Fractal-Poem pong2 no.3.
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This is my Pong2 part4 inspired by poca2hontas' Fossil (Fractal-Poem pong2 no.3.
This one was very inspiring. Go look at it, darlings.
A poem-fractal-pong for us basically means she does a fractal which inspire me to write a text which is the inspiration for her next fractal etc.
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