we'll make our sleep in glass tonight
there was snow on the windowsill this morning
there was muffled quiet
but morning construction broke it in pauses and sound
he was quiet, but because he was crying
and our bodies lay not together
instead in a constant shuffle of rearrangement and discomfort
glass emotions had made a beautiful bed
wed love to lay skin to skin under the naked moon
but with college town lights and secrets
our experiences are harshly guarded
he was quiet, because he worried
but I was quiet because I was crying
there was glass in the grass
sparkling on this clouded night
today when I told him it was time t
Butterfly: The Psyche of War by Atalantiel, literature
Literature
Butterfly: The Psyche of War
"Butterfly, The Psyche of War"
In silence, there is sorrow
caution breathed in every step
a glass pane breaking between reality and fiction
among mortars, the poor man's gravestone
and a sense of frost etching the scene
In silence, there is doubt
dissension that hang whispers in the air
stroke tears down faraway faces
faraway hopes that seem too far to touch
across these salty seas lie our hearts
In silence, there is peace
the gentle battlefield calmed by time
black and white photographs detail the past
a frozen act trapped in essence of forgive
the trace of ghosts that will never leave
In everything we create
fear nestles in
Stay away from a poet
She's dangerous, double crossed
Looks behind her in the mirror and sees only
You
Her reflection
Reflecting on things that went wrong in every thing you did
And everything you were,
She'll write down your history
Mornings surrounded by music and kisses-
Kisses and the strains of blue shades
Afternoons walking down faceless halls
Faceless classes and faceless students
And evenings…
Evenings were heaven
Stay away from a poet
She'll take every movement you make
Strip it bare and lay clean the reality
Breathe life into decisions that you never thought twice
Much less once, about
Extrapolate the reasons that
we'll make our sleep in glass tonight
there was snow on the windowsill this morning
there was muffled quiet
but morning construction broke it in pauses and sound
he was quiet, but because he was crying
and our bodies lay not together
instead in a constant shuffle of rearrangement and discomfort
glass emotions had made a beautiful bed
wed love to lay skin to skin under the naked moon
but with college town lights and secrets
our experiences are harshly guarded
he was quiet, because he worried
but I was quiet because I was crying
there was glass in the grass
sparkling on this clouded night
today when I told him it was time t
Butterfly: The Psyche of War by Atalantiel, literature
Literature
Butterfly: The Psyche of War
"Butterfly, The Psyche of War"
In silence, there is sorrow
caution breathed in every step
a glass pane breaking between reality and fiction
among mortars, the poor man's gravestone
and a sense of frost etching the scene
In silence, there is doubt
dissension that hang whispers in the air
stroke tears down faraway faces
faraway hopes that seem too far to touch
across these salty seas lie our hearts
In silence, there is peace
the gentle battlefield calmed by time
black and white photographs detail the past
a frozen act trapped in essence of forgive
the trace of ghosts that will never leave
In everything we create
fear nestles in
Stay away from a poet
She's dangerous, double crossed
Looks behind her in the mirror and sees only
You
Her reflection
Reflecting on things that went wrong in every thing you did
And everything you were,
She'll write down your history
Mornings surrounded by music and kisses-
Kisses and the strains of blue shades
Afternoons walking down faceless halls
Faceless classes and faceless students
And evenings…
Evenings were heaven
Stay away from a poet
She'll take every movement you make
Strip it bare and lay clean the reality
Breathe life into decisions that you never thought twice
Much less once, about
Extrapolate the reasons that
Things are kind of at a standstill. My artistic attention must be focused on the piano and clarinet right now.
I kind of feel like I only have a certain amount of talent/drive, and if I use that up on one thing, then I can't do anything on the others, you know? It made sense to me.