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little nothings i put in my box of little thingslittle nothings by ~kilat
a little of me, a little of you
to remember the little things we share
as little by little we grow apart
little did i know how pointless
it was to keep these little things
moreso this little box of things
i realized that, little by little
so i wrapped it up
tied it a ribbon bow
with one end to a rock
prayed prayers long and last
and threw it into the sea
Featherfall As a tern flies through empty skyFeatherfall by ~kilat
A gust crosses the unseen road
Slightly disturbing the bird’s fly
Flaking off a downfeather’s node
Down, down, gently floating aside
Carried by currents to and fro
Adrift white horses’ silver hide
Knowing nowhere's the way to go
Cloud by cloud, ‘til no more of such
And only air to break the fall
Still descending gentle as much
Finding itself coming to a knoll
And so this feather soft of down
Finds rest in a boy’s ‘lil shoulder
The child smiles to what he has found
And pockets his newfound treasure
BANG Let me think of somethingBANG by ~kilat
as ludicrous as love.
Madness.
Love is maddening
but not Madness itself.
For madness is a line you cross
to reach some other world.
Love is Madness' benefactor.
Ah, Love.
Mad with it. Mad without it.
Whether in fullness or emptiness,
It is Maxwell's daemon;
The culprit upon the ears
of saints and sinners alike.
A Daemon of silver tongue
and not an eye blind.
Love is not blind, but blinding.
It is not an illusion,
but Illusion's creator.
Nor a drive,
but the Instigator.
Not an arrow through the heart:
Love is a bullet in the head.
Sta.sh
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