I was walking down campus walk one day and I looked at the huge white columns of one of the university buildings and I thought, Imagine something there. So I saw an enormous red monster with huge white teeth, gapped and barred, welcoming anybody who would have the courage to enter it and take a lesson about life within its gut. These brave people happened to be students. They were pouring, spewing in and out of the double doors, not for a second noticing the beast whose pleated and unfolded lips they were treading on so thoughtlessly with their muddy Uggs and flats and $200 sneakers.
I glanced at the monster in its unfortunate predicament
A Reflection
I am fond of walking. It was a day some time ago, at the cusp between fall and winter. The air was so clear that the sky was as blue as a field of periwinkles. The air was so fresh that it swept lightly across my face as I took a familiar path through the woods. The breeze was just cool enough to make my cheeks burn comfortingly. I walked aimlessly.
I eventually found myself at the edge of a pond, which was sitting at the top of a hill in a small field in the middle of the woods. It resembled a saucer so full of water, it would spill down the slopes surrounding if another drop were added to it. But the water itself was not wh
I cannot write about this
they say
the writers of the world,
the ones who would portray this on paper,
they have done it already.
The Angel in 30th Street Station
has been taken.
It is old material.
It has been used.
When my train arrived
and I got off,
I expected that.
But now I sit below it
and I look up at it, not with awe,
but perhaps with amazement.
I have a feeling that I am looking at something "holy"
in the middle of a train station,
in between business men and Auntie Anne's pretzel stands,
and I understand why they say it cannot be written.
Perhaps they mean that I cannot speak of the idea,
but only of the thing i
Sometime I asked if life was colored true
and held to shapes and shades in everyone,
or whether, when looking on one's point of view,
the world was altered to all under the sun.
You and I both learned a thing or two from life
and learned a bit from love and laughter, too,
and we both know that if we wanted strife,
all we'd have to do was both love you.
So we saw that we could love the same
and so we knew that, like a sharpened knife,
we saw that both our colors matched your name,
which split the light as would the sound, a fife,
and that perception was not a thing of fame
for it could kill perceived colors as would flame.
Throughout the Weary World by violavoila, literature
Literature
Throughout the Weary World
The walls would crumble! Even Deaf Priests saw
the fear and hatred. No man could deny
that vultures came in search of bodies, raw,
that in the fields, at war, were found to lie.
The Humblest Man, bade "Slay another soul,"
was ordered by his father's only son.
The Death by Holy Sword: the highest goal,
as none would live to know if any won.
The dying man would not think of his wife,
nor of his child, who watched as he lost blood,
but cursed God's folly when He made his life;
his sword stuck many men now gone to mud.
While Winters freeze throughout the weary world,
dreams of Spring must wait in frosty grasses curled.
A crazed old woman, bent and vile,
bade me, "Please, sit down, child.
I must tell you of how your parents died.
(Admitting, thus, that she had lied
since my birth, for of course it's uncouth
to ever tell a child the truth.)
"Now that you're grown, you must be told,
before your mind becomes too old.
For then it would revert to an anger, just,
and 'revenge' would not speak only 'lust.'"
At her deathbed I had come to stand,
bitterly, hatefully holding her hand,
watching the light slip out of her eyes,
second by second trapping the lies.
Her eyes finally began to close
as one single teardrop rolled past her nose.
Surprised, I foun
I was walking down campus walk one day and I looked at the huge white columns of one of the university buildings and I thought, Imagine something there. So I saw an enormous red monster with huge white teeth, gapped and barred, welcoming anybody who would have the courage to enter it and take a lesson about life within its gut. These brave people happened to be students. They were pouring, spewing in and out of the double doors, not for a second noticing the beast whose pleated and unfolded lips they were treading on so thoughtlessly with their muddy Uggs and flats and $200 sneakers.
I glanced at the monster in its unfortunate predicament
A Reflection
I am fond of walking. It was a day some time ago, at the cusp between fall and winter. The air was so clear that the sky was as blue as a field of periwinkles. The air was so fresh that it swept lightly across my face as I took a familiar path through the woods. The breeze was just cool enough to make my cheeks burn comfortingly. I walked aimlessly.
I eventually found myself at the edge of a pond, which was sitting at the top of a hill in a small field in the middle of the woods. It resembled a saucer so full of water, it would spill down the slopes surrounding if another drop were added to it. But the water itself was not wh
I cannot write about this
they say
the writers of the world,
the ones who would portray this on paper,
they have done it already.
The Angel in 30th Street Station
has been taken.
It is old material.
It has been used.
When my train arrived
and I got off,
I expected that.
But now I sit below it
and I look up at it, not with awe,
but perhaps with amazement.
I have a feeling that I am looking at something "holy"
in the middle of a train station,
in between business men and Auntie Anne's pretzel stands,
and I understand why they say it cannot be written.
Perhaps they mean that I cannot speak of the idea,
but only of the thing i
Sometime I asked if life was colored true
and held to shapes and shades in everyone,
or whether, when looking on one's point of view,
the world was altered to all under the sun.
You and I both learned a thing or two from life
and learned a bit from love and laughter, too,
and we both know that if we wanted strife,
all we'd have to do was both love you.
So we saw that we could love the same
and so we knew that, like a sharpened knife,
we saw that both our colors matched your name,
which split the light as would the sound, a fife,
and that perception was not a thing of fame
for it could kill perceived colors as would flame.
Throughout the Weary World by violavoila, literature
Literature
Throughout the Weary World
The walls would crumble! Even Deaf Priests saw
the fear and hatred. No man could deny
that vultures came in search of bodies, raw,
that in the fields, at war, were found to lie.
The Humblest Man, bade "Slay another soul,"
was ordered by his father's only son.
The Death by Holy Sword: the highest goal,
as none would live to know if any won.
The dying man would not think of his wife,
nor of his child, who watched as he lost blood,
but cursed God's folly when He made his life;
his sword stuck many men now gone to mud.
While Winters freeze throughout the weary world,
dreams of Spring must wait in frosty grasses curled.
A crazed old woman, bent and vile,
bade me, "Please, sit down, child.
I must tell you of how your parents died.
(Admitting, thus, that she had lied
since my birth, for of course it's uncouth
to ever tell a child the truth.)
"Now that you're grown, you must be told,
before your mind becomes too old.
For then it would revert to an anger, just,
and 'revenge' would not speak only 'lust.'"
At her deathbed I had come to stand,
bitterly, hatefully holding her hand,
watching the light slip out of her eyes,
second by second trapping the lies.
Her eyes finally began to close
as one single teardrop rolled past her nose.
Surprised, I foun
He ran with scissors,
chalked the room
bright blue for spite -
all to make a name.
With haste he stepped
on sidewalk cracks
and slept with lions,
snug and tight
as winter evenings
lost in dream-wood.
He pulled rabbits out of hats
and talked the thin air
around him
into changing colors -
the snake tail of evening
churning on the lake.
And dragons bowed down low
and claimed his heart
a luscious toy
and made promises
to the reed backed wind
that he would live forever.
....I wonder who this is I saw your name at the Facets group, and I was like, THAT PERSON HAS THE GREATEST USERNAME. And then it was you. pretty pictures
I WONDER WHO YOU ARE. hm. ( awww schanksch by the way. :3 kinda awkward, though, since i don't know how you found this. oh well. now im going to stalk your profile. > we'll see what happens.