Musings of an undiscovered genius:
Tears, all I remember is tears from that day. And all you can ever know of it is words. There was screaming and the soothing voices eminating from the tops of scrub covered bodies. This kind of thing happens all the time. A boy stood in the corner then, baseball glove still on his hand. He didn't know. Every time I look into my daughter's eyes I begin trying to explain. It will take a lifetime, it will take a mountain. It will take a village, it will take cold steel. It will take a mother's embrace, it will take a mother's cruelty. It will take the wind, it will take a memory. It will take a ritual, it will take a bomb. It will take a suicide, it will take all the stars in the desert. It will take the neglect of a friend, it will take the kindness of a stranger. It will take thousands in credit card debt, it will take a book in another language. It will take words of encouragement not meant for ears, it will take a single look across a subway. It will take music, it will take repetition. It will take new york in the morning, it will take waking up in the afternoon. It will take the ocean, it will take hate. It will take you, and it will take me. But before all this is done, she will know more than I know now. And as I see all this come crashing down, i carve these words into myself. It will take everything that exists, but you will know who she was. My darling, you will know who she was.
“I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being.” - Oscar Wilde
“All of the arts, poetry, music, ritual, the visible arts, the theater, must singly and together create the most comprehensive art of all, a humanized society, and its masterpiece, free man” - Bernard Berenson
Tears, all I remember is tears from that day. And all you can ever know of it is words. There was screaming and the soothing voices eminating from the tops of scrub covered bodies. This kind of thing happens all the time. A boy stood in the corner then, baseball glove still on his hand. He didn't know. Every time I look into my daughter's eyes I begin trying to explain. It will take a lifetime, it will take a mountain. It will take a village, it will take cold steel. It will take a mother's embrace, it will take a mother's cruelty. It will take the wind, it will take a memory. It will take a ritual, it will take a bomb. It will take a suicide, it will take all the stars in the desert. It will take the neglect of a friend, it will take the kindness of a stranger. It will take thousands in credit card debt, it will take a book in another language. It will take words of encouragement not meant for ears, it will take a single look across a subway. It will take music, it will take repetition. It will take new york in the morning, it will take waking up in the afternoon. It will take the ocean, it will take hate. It will take you, and it will take me. But before all this is done, she will know more than I know now. And as I see all this come crashing down, i carve these words into myself. It will take everything that exists, but you will know who she was. My darling, you will know who she was.
“I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being.” - Oscar Wilde
“All of the arts, poetry, music, ritual, the visible arts, the theater, must singly and together create the most comprehensive art of all, a humanized society, and its masterpiece, free man” - Bernard Berenson
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- I'm a jade dragon poet for 256 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Incredible pain breeds intelligence and understanding".
- I am a 18 year old girl from Ohio (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
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- I have 256 comments, 1 contest, 1 addline, 3 poems, 16 stories
My Poetry
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The strange thing is how you are so certain that you would be glad to die even the most painful of deaths in exchange for a lasting peace, and yet the thought of bringing it up
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He ran the bath and climbed on in. A small boombox sitting on the closed toilet lid, plugged into a socket somewhere next to the washroom sink, is softly droning Curr227 lines, 5 comments, March 18, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction -
This thing that must be written is to be written by me today. I must write it for every person writes it or paints it or draws it or at least feels it once. I have felt it and
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Soulmark on March 25, 2006Thanks, you did an awesome job!
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Miss Belligerence on March 24, 2006hey, good job in getting 3rd in that contest.
just wanted to congratulate you!
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Eternal eloquence on March 15, 2006o.O "Why don't you write any more"
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SuicidalLover on January 27, 2005Love ur work. Cant wait to read more. Hope things work out for you in the end!
