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"invidiae" poems
Mind lost, me following suit: the land is barren. The click of my pen is all I can hear. Indistinguishably mundane shrubs and patches of itchy grass are all I can see. So I walk—no I run, trying to escape a wasteland only feeding me desire. I run, and I stop. Hanging above my head is a beacon of hope. A fragile gardenia, white and pure hanging from a bushel a thousand feet tall. I reach my arms up to the gods. I fail. I am inspired, so I sit, and I write. Night falls, then dies. Light returns, morning birds following suit. A crimson monster flies above me. It stops. It sees my flower. He loves my flower. He mocks my inability, snickering at my bare, ugly back, wingless and base. Aware of its power he takes my flower. Lost in a field I give in to the hour. ~fin
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
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Invidiae
Mind lost, me following suit: the land is barren. The click of my pen is all I can hear. Indistinguishably mundane shrubs and patches of itchy grass are all I can see. So I walk—no I run, trying to escape a wasteland only feeding me desire. I run, and I stop. Hanging above my head is a beacon of hope. A fragile gardenia, white and pure hanging from a bushel a thousand feet tall. I reach my arms up to the gods. I fail. I am inspired, so I sit, and I write. Night falls, then dies. Light returns, morning birds following suit. A crimson monster flies above me. It stops. It sees my flower. He loves my flower. He mocks my inability, snickering at my bare, ugly back, wingless and base. Aware of its power he takes my flower. Lost in a field I give in to the hour. ~fin
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