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Kleopatra Selene's Poetry, Journal, and Stories
I enjoy writing poetry, short stories, and journal entries. I often put my short stories into chapter form, one chapter per entry, so if there's a brief interruption, you'll know. Hope you enjoy!
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Fall - A Poem of Depression |
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Quiet, willing silence I welcome you with warm, open arms.
He stands, smiling shifting from foot to foot he wonders whether I will answer whether I think he is right or wrong.
Well, the boys have always been wrong before who's to say he'll be any different?
But I want to retain some of the innocence I've lost over these countless endeavors maybe, maybe... maybe just one more try?
So I go and I laugh I smile I pretend to get the jokes that aren't funny I pretend his lips taste fine to me that they don't taste like disappointment and ashes and roses and cinnamon. I always loved cinnamon and roses
but roses have thorns cinnamon stings your mouth if you taste too much and s**t, have I tasted too much over the years.
He wants to understand why I don't kiss him goodnight why I make excuses so I can't come to his dates why I argue over pointless things why I keep forgetting things. I want to understand too.
Tell him gently, girl don't break his heart any more than yours has been broken and for s**t's sake, girl act like you give a damn more than you actually do. Cry a little. It'll make him feel strong. Don't be cliche be kind and sorry. (Well, girl, you've been sorry all along. Haven't you?)
Stand up rise for the fall rise and rise again until lambs become the f****** lions. I don't want to roar in triumph I'm okay with just not having to shriek in defeat in heartbreak in another devastating loss swirling temptation leading to fiery kisses leading to more broken hearts.
So set him down gently like no one ever set you down that way let him land on his own two feet don't let him stumble because dammit you stumbled much too much over the years
why should he feel what you've felt?
Cinnamon and roses ashes and dust ashes to ashes, dust to dust or was it ashes, ashes, we all fall down? Maybe it was neither but more likely, it was both. It is both.
Cinnamon stings your mouth...so enjoy every scar it leaves. Roses have thorns...so lick away the blood and taste the scent of dusk in your palm. Set yourself up to fall, girl
Because it's always the biggest baddest worst off that fall the hardest. And s**t, girl, you may never have been the biggest or baddest but damn you had it pretty bad off.
((Yes, this is a self-pity poem. No, I didn't really break a guy's heart. I was setting up the premise of the story... No, I don't believe the cinnamon-and-roses s**t I wrote here. It was to make the poem kind of less depressing. ...I don't think it worked.))
((The "rise and rise again, until lambs become f****** lions" thing is from the 2010 Robin Hood movie, starring Russell Crowe, where all they talk about is "rise and rise again, until lambs become lions". I liked the movie, thought they could've made it a little...I don't know, more personal. It felt like a f****** documentary, though I do love the History Channel. Anyway, just wanted to state that I was quoting so I wouldn't be sued for plagiarizing or whatever.))
Kleopatra Selene · Tue May 03, 2011 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |
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