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Oh, but that I am: a fool!

Feb 24, 2015

Life is weird and annoying. I must apologize! I'm on and off and on and off! (From the top, with feeling!) One minute I expect life to calm its farm, the next it's doing the cosmic macarena all over my unsuspecting face. So I apologize for my sporadic activity: just like South Africa's current electricity situation, you should expect me to be on and off at random. But, alas! Things are weird. I have a ton more responsibilities... Well, actually not that many, I'm just lazy. I'm somehow a representative on the student council for the department of moderns and foreign languages, I'm currently writing a treatise that, as I have been told by ce

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gray day thoughts (tanka)

life passes for a day and a season and then is gone the waves you created breaking on distant shores

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Beauty

There's a beauty in falling which only the fallen know. A moment of suspense, hesitation, as your wings don't quite catch the air before suddenly you are Icarus, immortal, a plume of feathers on the waves. There's a beauty in drowning which only the drowned know. A moment of breathlessness, emptiness, as your lungs refuse the water before suddenly you are Phlebas, immortal, bones on the sea bed. There's a beauty in hanging which only the hanged know. A moment of constriction, levitation, as all the weight is lifted from your shoulders before suddenly you are Antigone, immortal, a body suspended in a cave. There's a beauty in

Lit for Contemplation

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ignore the present

a good policy when the present requires you it will seek you out

Lit Misc

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A Year of Deviousness

Feb 27, 2015

Wow. It's been a year. How is that? Oh, I feel like I should reflect now. Well, here's some reflecting. %PadroHorse (https://www.deviantart.com/padrohorse) I joined the Padro community I don't know how long ago. All the people are amazing and the staff are very friendly and will answer stupid questions! Among the people I met there, :iconlinaeee: and :iconzebraw0lf: are the ones I admire most. I also discovered some amazing artists over the twelve months I was here. :iconsomethingzenzen:, :iconlidsworth: :iconcattservant:, and :iconcounting-vertebrae: are my favorite poets on here for sure, and I still need to stop being awkward and talk to these awesome people more often.

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I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Birds

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Beauty by QuenWrites, literature

Literature

Beauty

Twinkle in the Eye by RageOfFluffy, literature

Literature

Twinkle in the Eye

There sits the makings of a fool among the stars. There he sits planting dreams upon the sky. Would there be dreams there? Would there be planets, stars, and wheels; rotating, revolving, and pressing forth? Would there be a women there made of incandescent space? Would there be a man with grizzled eyes, who drives and turns the tides? And would there be a dream that germinates above? To the sky he gives a gift of smoke, slowly birthing from his mouth. Curling into blackness, like the puss – spewing forth from sundered flesh. Oh, a dream! A dream filled humour treks the stars and veins of heaven! A dream! Would there be a dream resoundi

On Gratitude by RageOfFluffy, literature

Modern Olympus by saiun, literature

diagnosis: incorporeality by scheherazades, literature

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diagnosis: incorporeality

an arachnoid asteroid devoid of diploids a humanoid inhuman inhumane, profane and lethal. the fibreoptic eroticism inventor of sophistry egomaniac philosophy the pioneer of freudian slips; slickly i scour away leaving my mind awake myopic tendency, chemical reactivity left silicon skinned thing scuttles to the gutter rustles in the mutters of wind and a paranoid skip and what remains is tattered or slain a robotic insignia for fallen and sinking down what's in a body sympathetic, skill in arithmetic, asthmatic lungs and a heart to beat. this is the one-way street.

what could we write about by Waffles-Of-Gondolyn, literature

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what could we write about

part i. maybe the way translucent leaves shine with sunlight filtering through verdant branches. [it's your soul, hiding beneath breaths of life and shining with pale sin.] part ii. or the way you fall in love for the very first time. [the kiss was backlit with stars-- her eyes held cosmic terrors] part iii. and the metamorphosis of birth in a microcosm of life, a precious utopia torn apart, but we will return one day and our hearts will be healed in uncorruption once more. [growing pains start early, as a Phoenix falls, another must take its burden.] part iv. but do you remember how your morning tea would swirl with

entropy by cattservant, literature

Sappho Merely Shrugged by akrasiel, literature

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Sappho Merely Shrugged

I was sixteen when I saw the garden for the first time. The flowers weren't exotic; the same kinds grew in the park across the street. There was just something about how the sunlight hit their petals that made me stop on the sidewalk. I spent a moment admiring a flower with curling leaves like the pages of old books, and I wondered how I'd never noticed the garden before. A woman knelt between the rows of plants. She had dark hair that tumbled over one shoulder and sweat on the back of her neck. "What's your name?" I asked. "Sappho," she said. "I like your garden." I leaned against the fence as I watched her work. "The flowers in the park

anathema by StarlightComet, literature

anathema by chromeantennae, literature

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