Human Love,
When you come to eat the rations of my heart,
remember, then, that starving is an art;
that to consume would be to ****--a crime;
that to exhume this cherry seed of mine
will drain me of a blood as thin as grape juice;
that in time, I will mourn my stolen-***** fruit.
-Ocean
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Ocean,
You speak unto your seedling self, child.
You are weak--we are weak. No mild
measure of halfway self-control can live
in mental habitat which exists to give
and only to give. Your fluids will seep
and you'll be unable even to weep.
-Earth
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Obtuse Earth,
Stop your assaulting me with these words.
Stop your quiet screaming, this dirge
which comes under guise of gentility--
insufferably loud, however creatively.
I never addressed you, ugly whisperer.
I never addressed you, nuissance, stranger.
-Ocean
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Stubborn Ocean,
Do not be foolish! Listen, girl.
Spurn him now with resolve; lest how
can dignity you preserve in any small
amount? He doesn't love you at all.
And knowing that, you gave me address:
indeed, you have addressed yourself.
-Earth
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Love,
Were that I could say it's so,
I would not give this room to grow.
But oh, if I do hold it back
then infinitely I should retract
into myself. So speak or speak not,
but if so, speak now, for I am distraught.
-Ocean
God this is stupid
in my mind it's more a really vague screenplay but i kinda had to slap this down somewhere and then tinker with the meter so...just...stay with me, ya dig?
© K.E. Parks, 2012
