Your hexagon heartbeats laid a trail of sound for me to follow. Hexagon, the shape of perfect pencils, and light when it's blurred. The shape of the substance of human life.
Hexagon heartbeats flow through your words, just picture on a screen of hexagon light.
Hexagon heartbeats, the white noise behind a silence that is somehow filled with music.
Hexagon heartbeats, the tempo behind a music that dances through my head like snow drifting inches above cement.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
She'll stuff those shells between her floorboards, And watch that living wood grow around them Encasing the calcium in slivers of a soul
She'll pave the soft earth with glass marbles, rounded sea glass of all colors, so smooth and shimmering the sun.
She'll string chains of flowers from every window and let the breeze carry their scents to some distant planet.
She'll weave a rug of twigs and leaves, soft on her feet yet durable. Her home will be the envy of fairies.
But if the bark is too rough and the shells too sharp, if splinters embed in her feet, if the glass shatters and cuts, if all the flowers die, It will still be a place of her own.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
White orbs submerged in a boiling pot Soon to be a delicious delicacy. Combine the golden center Mash it up with spices and then put it back clumsily. Ruining perfection with delicious delights, it's no wonder they're deviled.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
The Alpha list of the upper ranks They speak of a tradgedy long concealed Between cyphers and numbers and body counts are coffee rings and doodles and tear marks, but tears only come once in a while. This tradgedy is hard to find at first. An unexpirienced heart may not see it as a tragedy at all. The hands that wrote the ledgers, The eyes that read the names, The ears hat heard the reports from the static-filled radio, They are human hands. They are connected to a human heart. And that is the tragedy. A human heart must be strong enough To write such sacred name With such power. And then seal the envelopes, And send them on their way.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
Let's get back on this. April 22: Self Dedicated to @fortis >_>
Life is a reflection of itself. I live in a shadow of times gone by. The reflecting pond’s ripples distort my face, already ravished by the sand of time.
I had been young, and mostly naïve, but a deep weight pressed within me. I pretended not to notice, and showed my teeth in what could conceivably be considered a smile. My days were filled with fleeting shadows of someday in the future.
I had been bright, and mostly quiet. A silence pressed on my ears and within my throat, but I could sing. It may have been a quiet song, but I smiled a silent smile and paid no attention to the darkening corners.
I had been joyful, and mostly carefree. Filled with only the problems of a child. I would speak freely and rapidly, and my laughher rang like the bells. My smile was perpetual and true, at times, a tooth grin, although missing front teeth. The world would forever be filled with light.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
April 25: Tears Dedicated to: @Auxiira (I don't know why, so shh)
When I cried-- the few times that I did-- I saved the tears in a jar. They turned yellow, but I told you that every drop was needed.
When you cried-- which was all too often-- you let them dry off your face, like slowly-melting diamonds. You said if enough tears evaporated, they might make a cloud, something neither you nor I had ever seen.
There was salt on your face, when you looked so frail that you were about to break. You smiled up at me, your lips splitting, and your final drop of water streamed from your eye.
I was filled with a cloud that produced no rain, just lightning and thunder. And I thundered and lightninged, I swore upon all the salt in my body, until the it settled at the bottom, and the floods rose out of me, falling like twin rivers out of my eyes. But I never caught the tears. Who would I be saving them for?
I poured the old yellowing jar onto your sandy grave, but even that did not moisten your lips.
But you were right. If I had let my tears out, maybe it would have come sooner.
A dark cloud rolled onto the sky above us. I thought death had come to take me too. I did not know the meaning of this beastly angel. Until it cried. And wetted your face that had so often been as wet as the rain that had never come till now.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
April 26: Unnameable light Dedicated to @ShadowVyper
The light is shining so beautifully, but I don’t know how to describe it. I feel like this light should be remembered, like it should be put to poetry and song. But I have no words to describe this light. Just my eyes to take it in. I must accept that I do not have a connection straight from my eyes to my fingers. That not everything I see can be put into words. I must accept that even though this light may seem extraordinary to me, it may seem extremely ordinary to others. Who wants to read about some boring light that they will never see? No one, that’s who. No one cares about the little pieces of beauty, unless they can see it for themselves. That’s where pictures come in handy. But I know I can’t take a good picture of this light. It just won’t turn out. So I’ll have to sit here, and content myself in this moment. Knowing that this little shard of beauty is mine and only mine. Accept that I can’t share how perfect this moment is with anyone. Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
The raspberry skies have wilted, Only the molding splotches of stars are left now, sprouting from the Obsidian blanket that is smothering us.
Freedom is a lie of the past. The trees Are plasticized. Leaves are just skin of the world. The sky is a Roof against the eternal empty voids that threaten to consume us.
Gooseberries and willows are drenched in preservation chemicals. Oblivion creeps closer and closer. It is a Never-ending End.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
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