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Yllise Apr 2014
Language can be used to unify
representing our cultural groupings
of religion,
caste,
region

Language is power,
the power to name
It is the most potent instrument of culture

Language is sweet tongued
riddles in speech
beautifully balanced rhythm
in original language
A widespread...language game

A game with hidden rules:
indigenous structures and rhythms
referring by analogy to something else
with hidden meanings which must be searched for

Take our language away and
We have fallen apart
A foreign tongue will send tremors of fear into every heart
“Oh Lord, save Thy people”
The great Evil has come:
Language of the small and elite
the petty-bourgeoisie readership

It has established a kind of presence
It has created its own momentum.
It doesn’t go anywhere.
There’s nothing you can do with it to make it sing.
It’s heavy. It’s wooden.

A strategy of language manipulation
The darkness drops again

Translation is a battleground,
mere anarchy loosened upon the world
The neutralizing alternative
interlanguage,
mimicking
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun

Take our language and our center cannot hold
Things fall apart.

Or construct the lens through which understanding takes place:
What is it in your dialect?
The result is incredible.
430 · May 2014
Six Word Stories 1
Yllise May 2014
The razor slid across my skin
391 · Feb 2014
You Hurt Me.
Yllise Feb 2014
You hurt me.

We affect each other,
We change each other,
You changed my life
You eliminated my life

You may not remember me
But I remember you.

You hurt me.

Your Words.

I remember your words because they hurt,
They enveloped my brain and became a part of me
I wanted to forget--
I wanted to go away

They wouldn’t go away so I had to.

You hurt me.

Are you listening now?

Your drop of water is my storm
A hurricane of words you don’t even remember

All I remember.

All I think about--
Your words won’t go away
They will never go away

You hurt me.

Your words are powerful,
They changed me,
My life

You hurt me.

One careless sentence
One moment in time.

You think you’re funny
Your words don’t matter

They matter.

But maybe you said nothing
You remained silent--
stood and watched.
You watched my storm grow
I became a hurricane
You watched me spin
and didn’t stop me

You watched me build.

You let
Me build
Until I was unstoppable.
I became destructive
You watched.

You hurt me.

One careless Action.

One meaningless inaction.

You hurt me.

You ruined me.
273 · Feb 2014
Gone.
Yllise Feb 2014
Like a river washing over us
everything was gone.
The tears
The laughter
The memories
The good and the Bad
Everything.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.

No turning back,
No holding on.
Everything left us
Every moment we ever shared was stripped from our past.
          There was nothing left to hold onto
Like limp helpless humans we had to stand.
Stand and watch everything we loved and cared for stripped from us.
         Until we were left as cold humans left bare in a rushing stream,

The love we once felt was disappearing.
          Dissolving.

We cried.

Both of us.

We so desperately wanted to hold on... But we felt our grips loosen
We had to let Go.
There was no life preserver no swimming to shore
The current pulled us away and there was no turning back.
No memory.

We washed away until we no longer wanted to remember.
To remember, why?

Why we loved.
How we loved.
What we felt before was no longer there.

It was gone.

Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
250 · Feb 2014
Eyes
Yllise Feb 2014
Blue like the ocean
Green like the land

But deep like your soul
never bland.

Speckled with dirt
and clouded with tears

But gazing at you
They showed no fear

They showed no hurt, no scars, no past
I looked to your soul,
Said I want this to last.
244 · Feb 2014
Stuck.
Yllise Feb 2014
I am stuck. I am stuck inside a person I hate.
I am a person I don't want to be and I wish nothing more than to fail.

Why do I want to fail?

Why God do I feel,
do I feel unwanted?
Unloved by even my self.

Why must I be this person?
A soul trapped in a skin gasping for air...
Air I tell myself I don't want.
I don't need.

I am drowning and I like the feel.
My lungs burn for air and I don't want to surface.
I want the fire to engulf me--I want the flames to swallow my lungs.

Swallow me whole.

I feel dead inside.
No something worse than death...
I am a small child trying to find a place in this world.
A child who can't find
Who won't find a place in this world.

Why, oh why God?
Do I spend more time,
wanting to end my life.
Than to live it

— The End —