Poem-InfractusPectusPectoris by EternityEmporium, literature
Literature
Poem-InfractusPectusPectoris
"They used to be red..." He said, "But they always go to black."
I peered curiously, especially at the one with the cracks.
"Did you collect all these yourself?" I asked
"Most certainly." He replied as he ushered me past.
With whispers placed sweetly at the lobes of my ears
his voice seemed to brush past all of my fears
but an image in my mind kept me from taking part
due to the shadow-box filled up with hearts.
Who's hearts had been so carefully collected?
Were they here now, how would they recollect it?
With sorrow, or pain, or a memory parted?
How did they feel, being broken hearted?
I could not let my thoughts go idle
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SS - Time is Relative to Space by EternityEmporium, literature
Literature
SS - Time is Relative to Space
What if every time you closed your eyes, the world stopped for that split second, and only continued to move again once you'd opened your eyes? When you focus on something it begins it's life again, where things you'd just been looking at, shudder into stillness, waiting for the next time you might spy them. The world only moves when you open your eyes, people only exist when you focus on them. They're puppets in a play, and the puppeteer only wants to make sure you see the show, so he stops it whenever you look away, and a new play begins, but the old puppeteer waits patiently, until you've focused on his show again, and it begins. Time fa
In the winter-time, when trees are reaching towards the heaven with bony-fingers flexed and wanting, an angel blows a kiss in the wind. It sails through the night, dancing on starlight and moonbeams until it reaches my window, where it plasters frost against the pane. Fingers grazing ice-cold glass and leaving dancing frost-spiders in their wake. The world is silver and white darkness, and on the wind the angel blows kisses to my window, but I keep it closed. In the spring, the kisses fall from my window and blossom into sunflowers, and they too reach towards the sky, and with each petal they block the sun from my window, and they keep out th
SS - Dreaming of Your Kiss by EternityEmporium, literature
Literature
SS - Dreaming of Your Kiss
I had a dream last night about you. I dreamt of you, and you smiled. You were so close but so far away from me, and all I could do was reach out to you....
You held out your hand, and took mine in yours, and pulled me close. I was safe there in your arms. You whispered something that I could not hear, but I saw your lips move. Your lips.
My fingers graced the edges of them gingerly. How I wanted to kiss you. To be forever safe in your arms.
I felt your hand on my chin, lifting my face so that you could look into my eyes, and again you smile. A kind and sweet smile. There was a world of love in that smile that I could never know.
But in my
I felt a hand over my eyes, and I was being led somewhere. The grip was gentle, and there was a tinkling laughter in my ear. The ground was soft, and I was walking barefoot over grassy fields.
"Almost there..." Came a voice in my ear, as gentle as a spring breeze. It gave me goosebumps. I was led blindly -- I could hear birds, and I could feel the sunlight against my skin. I couldn't help but to laugh.
When the hand was lifted away I was momentarily blinded by the sudden change in light. I blinked wildly to try and adjust, and almost lost my balance. A pair of strong hands grabbed me to hold me steady, and I felt a warmth against my back as
A wandering minstrel came to town,
dressed up in his finest rags,
he played to everyone in the streets,
with nothing in his hands!
The music it was oh-so-sweet,
even though none could hear...
The day spun ever on and on -
as days they sometimes do,
like spinstresses at their looms!
And folks all the town o'er began to leer
at the man who played though none would know!
His voice was like an angel's,
soft and sweet and low....
And every one he touched,
seemed to join the show.
They all began to hear the notes,
though others laughed and sneered.
The happiest of the towns folk
might well as not had ears....
The
SS - Edge of the World by EternityEmporium, literature
Literature
SS - Edge of the World
I walked out to the edge of the world today.
I was waiting there for you.
I stood there, waiting, looking out into the endless black that just kept going and going.
I waited -- but you never came.
Or did I get here too late? Were you already here? Did I miss you?
Looking over the edge, almost as if I could spot you, were you there. I tried to peer into the everlasting black, but black was all I saw.
Teetering there, at the edge of the world, looking out into the endless black, I called out to you. I called you by name. Had you fallen? Had you jumped? Did you come, did you go? Could you hear me?
Or maybe you just decided not to show up?