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I fell in love with mornings
but had a love affair with midnight;
It's easier to slip
into the soporific grip
of the nether regions of the night,
to wrestle and grapple and entwine yourself
with the moonlight on your bed,
to succumb to the frivolity that only the screech owls and katydids see,
to delude yourself into believing
that you can stretch time with a rolling pin
Than to rise with the shine
of sunrise through the curtains
and breathe in the sound
of a million things waking
in a cycle a million years old.
There is a ritual to the daylight
that resuscitates the spirit
in ancient instinctual tradition.
There is an unparalleled sense
of intimacy
in the dawn
and in the drowsing cafés and sleep-walking streets,
the sense that the world is calling out in the fog that's still melting into dew
and touching your heart to bid you good day.
But to attempt
to give your body to both
is to stretch yourself
too thin.
but had a love affair with midnight;
It's easier to slip
into the soporific grip
of the nether regions of the night,
to wrestle and grapple and entwine yourself
with the moonlight on your bed,
to succumb to the frivolity that only the screech owls and katydids see,
to delude yourself into believing
that you can stretch time with a rolling pin
Than to rise with the shine
of sunrise through the curtains
and breathe in the sound
of a million things waking
in a cycle a million years old.
There is a ritual to the daylight
that resuscitates the spirit
in ancient instinctual tradition.
There is an unparalleled sense
of intimacy
in the dawn
and in the drowsing cafés and sleep-walking streets,
the sense that the world is calling out in the fog that's still melting into dew
and touching your heart to bid you good day.
But to attempt
to give your body to both
is to stretch yourself
too thin.
Literature
sea
i am not a brave moon girl
who dares to show her all to you in the dead of
night, to lure your crashing heartbeat towards her
with the gravitational pull of her glimmering
beauty.
your winds whisper a gentle invitation,
and although i am tempted to run into your
sweeping tsunami embrace,
i step out cautiously onto your shore,
dipping my toes into the darkness to find you.
just when you think you've finally reached me
i flee from your current.
you wait to sweep me off my bare feet,
knowing that you're a tide i can only drown in.
i am not a brave moon girl,
so what can I do but push you away?
Literature
Lion Heart
I am a girl of the sun
and lion blood pumps
through my veins.
Literature
June dunes of endless sand
I think of him like I think of the word synecdoche;
I can’t pronounce it, don’t understand it, forget it
until I hear a particular song, or until the light folds
just so across the window pane and it looks like
his smile.
(Encarta tells me synecdoche is where the word for
part of something is used to mean the whole and I
wonder which part was love and which part was
regret.)
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17 minutes. Inspired by waking up late and bemoaning the fact that the city just gets more crowded the later I go into work. Also inspired by a recent struggle between doing what is right and what is easy, which is something I have always failed to grasp in the academic world, and it keeps getting me into trouble. This also took on a little meaning as a slight prod at society; we face the struggle of instant gratification versus what is better for us in the long run and it's permeated everything from finance to material goods to marriage and relationships. And it's also mildly influenced by the prompt "fading potential" from SeptemberSkies2298's prompt tag game: septemberskies2298.deviantart.… I may write something else that more closely follows it but the prompt is very apropos for the inspiration.
In school recently I've been more or less forced into taking the more difficult path. This second chance isn't going as perfectly as I'd intended and it's my instinct to back out and start over until it is. But in this case, I think I need to grit my teeth and plow through to prove to myself and the world that I can overcome difficulties instead of running away.
I think part of that is that I need to get a hold of my actual lifestyle and flip it on its head. As of today, June 30th at 10:52am, I vow to get up earlier and give up the love affair with the burned-out neon of the night.
In school recently I've been more or less forced into taking the more difficult path. This second chance isn't going as perfectly as I'd intended and it's my instinct to back out and start over until it is. But in this case, I think I need to grit my teeth and plow through to prove to myself and the world that I can overcome difficulties instead of running away.
I think part of that is that I need to get a hold of my actual lifestyle and flip it on its head. As of today, June 30th at 10:52am, I vow to get up earlier and give up the love affair with the burned-out neon of the night.
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Reading again, and I so agree with this. I've been both a night and a morning person ...