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the kettle boils
slowly,
steam pouring out of the lid
and i sing your name.
the cupboards are silent,
all open an inch or two
because i don't like to
leave the glasses in the dark.
glasses are meant to
be shone on;
glasses are destined
for a life of transparency.
not i.
the underneath of my cabinets
are wet and the paint is peeling
from the condensed steam.
i sigh and rip off some of it's skin.
the switch flicks up,
the steam stops fleeing from the kettle.
i reach up for two cups but my hand knocks and the door moves and
everything comes crashing.
glass snaps and plastic smashes,
plates bounce and cutlery breaks.
my voice hitches and you disappear from my throat.
Literature
Always
Alone upon the hill,
you stand.
Winters hand,
grips your limbs,
cold wind ripping,
at your core.
Just a shadow of yourself,
stands before the world.
But fear not,
soon winters hold,
will be burnt sunder.
Once more the light,
will fill your core.
Once more you shall bloom,
once more the beauty,
in you shall shine.
and know this,
alone you shall never stand,
for no matter were,
no matter what.
Be it light,
be it dark.
You shall always,
have a freind,
in me
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
Forever
Forever
by: Victor Salmon
11-03-2004
To stretch a moment-
Its elastic sinews reaching to the sky for eternity
And speech that melts into a slow, tender kiss
And thought that slurs
When time slows down
When you feel time instead of measure it
And the only reminder that its passing at all
Is the setting sun on her silky skin
And her radiance commands
With eyes that flit nervously forever
And as this moment stretches to eternity,
The colour saturation drains from her face
And my vespertine desires are come.
The thought is fleeting
Despite my desire to be her little death
To support her roman desires
To feel her skin rest upon
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