Zara, love of life, Spake in curtled call Allfather, lover of light, To bestow those "ants of the earth"
And arch-bound as the sinew of bowstrings Howling as the volley hertz roped Along the celestial violin Pluck souls from their bodies In symphonic prediction
Ascende! On the wings of love's Valkyrie-- in her shining eyes will you greet the stars of the Otherworld!
Cleaning hide chunks from Buffalo tusks There is a stranger, who knocks upon my door The fire is wide and welcoming, Borea chides the earthenwork Outside, the stranger calls distant through the door.
A last heartsong, The cup overflown with honey A facsimile of symmetry And not distinctly human There was something to love in that, Just the simple inclusion Of all the other animus Being formed in their conclusions
And following the arrowpoint Floating by the bolt What losses there to seek Beyond a veiled humanity
We strike the fire one last time, She to travel the mountain passes Ashen eyes, holding viscous memories solidified
I to gather my quills My thoughts and brush quickly the embers of love. Into flame, carried deep into the hearts of the world and explored in violent disassociate Particles red and hot
Then would Zara Spake again,
"with his eyes on the earth, will he never see but the stars."
It’s little more than a quiet thought. The impending feeling that the loneliness was a creation of my own imploding self-conscious. I wouldn’t have hurt you voluntarily, so what outside force could know my mind so well?
It’s little more than a spoken word. The rumble of the oncoming storm could be felt from as close as 1.6 miles away, where the darkness of your room invaded the not-so secret spots of your heart.
I’m prone, to the truth in your words. I’m not used to the idea of confronting my thoughts And sorting them out to you. Is it that I spoke wrong words? Or I stopped before they meant anything? You mean so much, and now you are out of my reach.
I did the first two stanzas and Austin did the third. I really like it, it's the first poetry collaboration I've done. ***
I look at this blank page And I just write I don't think about What comes to mind Sometimes I'm able to find A silver line Among the black clouds That try their best To block out The Light Hope It gets you through The night
when i was told as a little girl. "think before you speak" i knew what mum was getting at and what dad tried to get me to do. but. now i'm older, only a little older than yesteryear. i was in a slumber. now i have turned to my night-dreams.
if i thought before i spoke. maybe i wouldn't have even said a single word. maybe i would have been so lost in my thoughts i would forget what i was saying. or thinking. no one would no what i meant when i thought about tomorrow afternoon. they would stare into my starry eyes and wonder why they even bothered to talk to me. would they? but i will never know. because. even when i hurt someone through simple sounds flowing from my mouth. i would still make them cry. kick. scream. yell. they would always know. that i never thought before i spoke.
or would they.
only a thirteen year old trying to make sense of her life. please read generously i would if i could but i cant.