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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #135 on: April 12, 2009, 06:05:58 AM »
your a really good poet Este ;D
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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #136 on: April 14, 2009, 06:16:23 AM »
Oh, thank you! :)

I ought to get back to my writing (here and my other writings) HOPEFULLY after this week-or-two span. We have the musical this week, Les Miserables, and it is extremely violin-intensive.
Anyway, no promises, but much hope. Love to you all!

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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #137 on: April 14, 2009, 06:26:23 AM »
Aw, what the Hell. I have words in my brain. Might as well put them someplace, neh?
Right, so I allowed myself a few moments of boredom yesterday, and I drew this very odd doodle of a heart with some sort of vines wrapping around it. It was very strange and pretty and disturbing, and I've come to the conclusion that I should absolutely never allow myself to be bored again, because it makes people look at me in that confused manner that says, "Seriously, are you wigging out on me, or what?"
That being said, there were words on the picture, written on the vines around the heart, and here are some of them, or at least the ones that come to mind as I type this.
I don't really know where they originated in my thoughts, and I think perhaps that is better left unexplored for today.
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Entanglement
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Why do you hide from me,
and what is it that you fear?
Linger another moment here,
please just wait for me.
I won't be long behind you.

Listen in the space between heartbeats;
I'll be there,
whispering your name.
I am with you;
please stop running,
or at least let me run with you.

Why do you look so sad, dear heart?
I'll never really leave you.
You know it, don't you?
I'm here. You do not have to hide from me.
I love you... here for you...
You never have to be alone....

When you say my name like that, it sounds like forever.
I can't stop dreaming of you.
Home.
Like eternity, and everything,
and I could reach out and touch it,
but it could burn me.
Like it could pull away at the last second.

I can feel these sweet words closing around me,
and I have to ask myself:
are they taking over me
or holding me together?
---

There.
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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #138 on: April 14, 2009, 06:37:48 AM »
Once again, beautiful! And good luck with Les Mis. I know what hell week is like. We actually did that show two years ago. Nearly a month of rehearsals every day, but so incredibly EPIC at the end.

Sorry for off-topic. I look forward to more poems.
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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #139 on: April 14, 2009, 10:45:51 PM »
Hahaha, thank you, Mr. Guy!
And no worries, I've not forgotten you. You are still on my list like all the rest, but I'm the queen of unintentional procrastination and reprioritizing. :P
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Re: Estelore's Poetry
« Reply #140 on: May 05, 2009, 06:30:52 AM »
Toomin's last post reminded me that, hey, guess what, there are a bunch of words stuck in my head. Thanks, man.


Holding Back
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I feel like there is ice in my veins,
a fierce, burning cold inside me, white-hot
and screaming to find its way out,
and it's all I can do to contain it,
keep you from burning up with me.

I feel like there are flames, dark, sweet heat,
lingering just behind my eyes,
building in my heart and my hands and my voice,
and they keep reaching for you,
so ready to close around you
and keep you forever.

I feel like there is a vine growing around my feet,
rooting me where I stand,
trapping me here between wishing and acting,
and all I can do is wait,
while the vines climb
and the fire grows
and the ice races again and again
past a heart that loves a little too well.
I have all the time in the world;
I can wait forever for you, if you want that,
all I'm asking is this:
Don't let me burn you.

This world has enough of ashes and dust.
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The universe is, instant by instant, re-created anew. There is, in truth, no Past, only a memory of the Past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. The only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.

-GNU Terry Pratchet, The Thief of Time
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