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Makes black night beauteous and her old face new
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COLUMBINE
I don't have to look up to get a glimpse of heaven
it's brought down to Earth from the West horizon
skyscrapers
mountain peaks biting, sinking teeth into heaven's flesh
softer than an overripe peach
scraping its knees on the claws
bleeding into the sky,
stained red
left out to dry in the sun
leaving only sugar,
melted wax on our palms
here, we can wear heaven around our necks
here, heaven is closer to us than our next breath
V. Javierae
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tingling skin, an attraction between our atoms draws us closer and closer together. a raging hunger inside of me cries,
craving your skin. my heart beats a bit stronger. the word echoes through me, desire, desire
we embrace, our warmth becoming one, bodies coming close together until our hearts are able to whisper their songs through the openings in each other's ribcages. their songs hum in unison. i let out a breath i had been holding in, and suddenly my skin feels less war-torn
all i can hear is your soft breath on my neck and all i can feel is the gentle beating of our hearts against each other. i hope you don't realize the tear-stain i left on your shoulder
i've spent so long hungry that i forgot what it feels like to be full.
V. Javierae
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Callused hands of long known strife,
Dirty, caked in mud and grime,
Tangled twigs and nest of fleas,
Body of despairing pleas,
Laid bare host to savage mind,
The boy sought solace midst dim light
So in turn, his pleas were found
Sprawling forest, blossomed life,
Called out longing to the boy,
Grant us sweet release of death,
Devour us and strip of breath,
Rid our minds of knowledge vast,
Until we know naught but what is left,
Vast and graceful emptiness,
We now know sweet release of death,
Burn through wood and strip of leaves,
Rid our babbling brooks and streams,
Of their water, life of life,
Strip our clouds from earthly sky
Strip the sunshine furthermore,
Raze all ardent fields of flowers,
Leaving only blood-red rose,
Wash away all sin abhorrent,
Feed all flesh to starving crows,
As the forest pled for death,
Boy was sickened through gaunt chest,
As was realized loss of breath,
Boy knew purpose furthermore,
Boy found solace in all’s death,
Barren wasteland, ground of war
- D. Sanderae
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
Sonnet 27, William Shakespeare
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