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- Take_3.mp3
I missed a line, I hope you don't mind. I felt it most that time and somehow the line about the mantelpiece seemed to be too much of the same sentiment.
I'll come back with more "writerly" (and not "speakerly") comments, if you're looking for it.
Sorry for the lateness ...wanted to try my hand at editing this but the sands of time are slipping away too quickly.
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Love you always ran too fast for me to catch up You know I'm no athlete But I've got a heart of steel. Love, You kept jerking away from me like Autumn leaves swept out of my grasp By a cruel spring wind. Love You were always out of reach Like words whispered beneath the hum of midday traffic. You never made haste, Yet you reminded me, all the same, of the time I was wasting.
Till one day, We played chess.
One day, You sat, Still as a church mouse Your eyes half-hidden by Half moons of alert light One day As the rain formed a warm cocoon around us We shared a cup of coffee And you stopped running
Love, love, love, My heart has beat those words For days, weeks, months in my ears, Love, love, love, Like tribal drums
I just wanted to say those words, That even now, Stop the earth in its tracks, The sun in its orbit Shocking the planets into meek submission. Love I want to shout it, Yell it, Scream it, So that it reverberates in the cosmos And the stars may hear my cry and give me a moment of their brilliance Even snatching the dust from a comet's trail to crystallize this moment As we linger here in this beautiful limbo, I want you to know.
Words are God's gift to the reticent tongue. And my words, This stammering, painful poem, Is my gift to you. |
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Not sure if this is what you meant - it's about as picturesque as my environs get though :D
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The headache and the heartburn collided in her solar plexus, in the nexus of her being, somewhere between ever and never, and she found herself mouthing the spell, breathless for the cure, "I give up." And she was never in pain again. |
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"This will never work," said the coffee mug to the glass, "I'm too hot and you're too cold." |
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A little treatment for a mini-animation. Still a work in progress, so comments very welcome!!! "Coffee Mug looked at Glass and all memories became distant noise, all pain became history, all hurt became forgotten. Then hot dark coffee sloshed into his innards and cold cloudy lemonade into hers, altering their very molecules, and, as the heat and cold warred in the distance between them, they became, suddenly, painfully, aware of their difference. “This will never work,” the Coffee Mug said to the Glass, “I’m too hot and you’re too cold.” “But we’re both cracked,” she said. As they both pivoted to examine the stuff they were made of, they discovered that yes, it was true. They were both cracked. The heat and cold between them mingled like two people locking hands. “We are whole again.” |
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