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May 22, 2014
An Old August by AlwaysRainCheck is, as the suggester says, filled with "pleasant yearning, slightly tinged with melancholy". Aggressive enjambment highlights an ordinary day and enriches it with meaning.
Featured by ShadowedAcolyte
Suggested by ezradeacon
Literature Text
I watch you
cutting strawberries
in the amber afternoon,
sun on its midway
to autumn;
you won't let me help
because secretly
only half of them
make it to the bowl.
cutting strawberries
in the amber afternoon,
sun on its midway
to autumn;
you won't let me help
because secretly
only half of them
make it to the bowl.
I smile back
at your playful eyes
because
you know.
at your playful eyes
because
you know.
It feels like
an old August,
in my stomach
some sort of sadness
some sort of joy.
an old August,
in my stomach
some sort of sadness
some sort of joy.
Last night's thunderstorm
has left the ocean agitated,
wildly
beautiful.
Life is nothing
but a vacant place, today
and we shall
let it be,
let the world
wait for us, today.
Cross legged
on my piano bench,
I play for the cat
a winter Debussy
she's happy,
I could tell
she smiles.
Literature
I wanted to grow old with you
I wanted to grow old with you:
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
Literature
Small Talk
It's dripping with logic and reason
the question you let gently drop
onto the table between us,
“So, tell me about your life.”
And I'm watching it carefully
telling myself it won't bite
it's more scared of me than I am
and I can capture it with glass.
And I can't rest the answer there
because it's bigger and scarier
and this one will bite will sink
will tear apart the careful stitches.
It's too big for this table
and I can't put it onto you
so it weighs heavy on my neck
and the silence stretches further.
Literature
the flower club
dear preacher,
i've got something to admit
last sunday
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
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edit thank you so much ezradeacon and ShadowedAcolyte for the DD
I also want to thank my dearest friends (you know who you are) for our inspiring conversations; and credit this 
This is What I WantI want snake bites, or maybe angel bitesas the main inspiration.
And I wouldn’t mind a tattoo of a cute little green snake curling around my ankle
I also want green highlights in my purple hair
And I want to photograph bald eagles
And travel to Italy
And go skinny dipping in the ocean
And I want to tell everyone else to go fuck themselves every once in a while when I need a break
I want to brew my own tea leaves and lick every delicate drop of liquid from the little cup
I want to grow my own flowers and eat their petals at my hours of mid-morning-consciousness
I want to curl up in a puddle while it rains and listen to the breath of the earth until I fall asleep
And swim to the bottom of the sea and embrace all that I can and will be.
© 2014 - 2024 AlwaysRainCheck
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I could read your poetry for hours.