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January 21, 2014
Strawberries in the Winter by WordWeight
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Suggested by Annuski
Literature Text
My momma once said that it was impossible-
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been watching
Only likes ladies that cost him a dollar,
Possibly fifty cents more
For something he can tell his friends.
No more would the emo boy
Take out wet stained knives
Because people don’t understand that once
A loved one has their face smashed
-Broken against a pavement-
It’s a little bit harder to feel your heart
And all you want is a sign that it’s working.
Because,
If I could do something, so measly “impossible”,
Maybe someone in this world could do the same-
They’d lift up the world to find the lost cat
Just before its owner throws the world down.
They’d give a bit of their lives
To the sound of cry
Before it takes the road to silence.
They’d know what to do with a frown
Rather than spin a whole person
And say “look, there’s a grin”
While they're busy trying to make sense
Of their new point of view.
Another week passed
Within that black room.
Each stalk is one inch tall.
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been watching
Only likes ladies that cost him a dollar,
Possibly fifty cents more
For something he can tell his friends.
No more would the emo boy
Take out wet stained knives
Because people don’t understand that once
A loved one has their face smashed
-Broken against a pavement-
It’s a little bit harder to feel your heart
And all you want is a sign that it’s working.
Because,
If I could do something, so measly “impossible”,
Maybe someone in this world could do the same-
They’d lift up the world to find the lost cat
Just before its owner throws the world down.
They’d give a bit of their lives
To the sound of cry
Before it takes the road to silence.
They’d know what to do with a frown
Rather than spin a whole person
And say “look, there’s a grin”
While they're busy trying to make sense
Of their new point of view.
Another week passed
Within that black room.
Each stalk is one inch tall.
Literature
Sundiver
i.
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
ii.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
iii.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had
Literature
Fairy Tale
"Accept my hand, and give share of your land, or I will be forced to enforce my demand" said he, who beneath his hideous mask, watched her intensely.
With a frown, she met his eyes of brown, "Tis not my land to which I can give share, cannot your request be more fair?"
His mouth of grin, fell down and pulled thin, "Defiant Lizard Queen! One more time will I ask thee. Do not refuse me twice, for I shall not make this offer thrice! I have already granted you the mercy of time to consider and contemplate- a loving gesture to appease your pride into resolve and capitulate".
"Your majesty!," called out a familiar voice proudly. Kneeling before her
Literature
Anxieties of a Conflicted Introvert
I.
[i don’t want to
have to tell you i’m
sorry
again but
lately it’s been tough.
And i’m stricken with this feeling that
maybe i’m not good enough.]
run.
you see, somewhere out there
birds are looking for nests and birds
are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i
am tired of picking straw from my heart
and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m—
[well sometimes i’m a little lonely
but i never wanted to tell you that]
escape.
--tired of seeing the ball i wind from
those leftover nests grow and grow—
[and i want more, want more,
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Those descriptions!
This is a very well-deserved DD!
I love everything about it, from the start to the finish, to the very core of this piece. Every synonym for "beautiful" fits this perfectly!
This is a very well-deserved DD!
I love everything about it, from the start to the finish, to the very core of this piece. Every synonym for "beautiful" fits this perfectly!