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The house is too big and too empty as it watches over the widow crouching in the corner of the emptiest room of all. Her hands tremble as tears trickle along her veins and fall silently onto the hardwood floor.
In the garden, the sun burns the back of the little girl in the white dress with the blue satin sash as she slides off the swing, walks past the front door, up the creaking stairs, and into Grandpa's room.
Her tiny hands gently stroke the heaving back of the older woman.
"Don't cry, Grandma. Grandpa's just gone to heaven."
In the garden, the sun burns the back of the little girl in the white dress with the blue satin sash as she slides off the swing, walks past the front door, up the creaking stairs, and into Grandpa's room.
Her tiny hands gently stroke the heaving back of the older woman.
"Don't cry, Grandma. Grandpa's just gone to heaven."
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Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
The Tragedy of Anatole the Younger
Anatole’s sleeves were pulled down to his wrists, nails clipped, hair pulled back, beard trimmed. Matching those murmuring around him, he gossiped, grinned, winked, and worked the glowing room, purposefully making his way to the corner where a group of forgettable old men grumbled. Glasses red with wine touched lips bearded in white. Anatole added another half-empty cup.
These men were the pretenders of the party, dressing themselves in long white robes and letting them sag like the man of the event, Thasus, matching his styles in hopes of similar profit. Anatole wanted little to do with their politics, but they were in the ri
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forever and ever and ever
as in love with love and
life as i am,
i am struggling to accept that
good things can't last forever
and a touch
is simply
a touch, fleeting yet
so very beautiful & i'm so stuck
in my own (not so beautiful) brain
dreaming up things that i know
i don't even believe in,
but i want them
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This is terrific! I'm not a normally cryin' kind of guy, but you managed to jerk a tear from me with very few words.
I love this:
"as tears trickle along her veins"
That's pure art.
I love this:
"as tears trickle along her veins"
That's pure art.