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January 3


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I want to thank you all for taking the time out to answer my annoying poll about the better poem. you guys really helped me out. in the end, I chose we're all drunk and always have beenno
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because i don't breathe poetry in
and out -
and out,
and out -
i write it under my eyebrows
with the precision
of a drunk sniper
toasted into admission
with irony s-st-tutter-ering
down his throat.
you wouldn't take a damned bullet for me.
beautiful is a word kept
for the rise
and fall
of her tidal chest,
not my shallow breath,
not my sunset, heartfelt,
hollow silhouette.
i would have disappeared
between your accusing index and
neglected thumb -
rub me,
rub me?
rub her
rub her
don't you feel calmer?
i haven't felt smaller than this
i haven't felt smaller than this before
and it could be
because you found a home between
her stroking index and
comforting thumb -
i haven't forgotten,
no, i still remember
now twenty two penumbrae in the past
didn't stop me
from settling
in one of several crevasses
at the bottom of your oceanic mind;
you may have forgotten,
and slept in
on the details,
but i haven't,
not yet,
not ye
which received great praise, especially on delivery. thank you infinitely, guys :heart:

also, I came across this poem and I can't exactly explain what I love so much about it but ugh. my heart. I believe the original poem is in Polish.

The Envoy of Mr Cogito
                   by Zbigniew Herbert

                   Go where those others went to the dark boundary
                   for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize

                   go upright among those who are on their knees
                   among those with their backs turned and those toppled in the dust

                   you were saved not in order to live
                   you have little time you must give testimony

                   be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous
                   in the final account only this is important

                   and let your helpless Anger be like the sea
                   whenever your hear the voice of the insulted and beaten

                   let you sister Scorn not leave you
                   for the informers executioners cowards - they will win
                   they will go to your funeral with relief will throw a lump of earth
                   the woodborer will write your smoothed-over biography

                   and do not forgive truly it is not in your power
                   to forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawn

                   beware however of unnecessary pride
                   keep looking at your clown's face in the mirror
                   repeat: I was called - weren't there better ones than I

                   beware of dryness of heart love the morning spring
                   the bird with an unknown name the winter oak
                   light on a wall the splendour of the sky
                   they don't need your warm breath
                   they are there to say: no one will console you

                   be vigilant - when the light on the mountains gives the sign- arise and
                   as long as blood turns in the breast your dark star

                   repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends
                   because this is how you will attain the good you will not attain
                   repeat great words repeat them stubbornly
                   like those crossing the desert who perished in the sand

                   and they will reward you with what they have at hand
                   with the whip of laughter with murder on a garbage heap

                   go because only in this way you will be admitted to the company of cold
                   to the company of your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector Roland
                   the defenders of the kingdom without limit and the city of ashes

                   Be faithful Go

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DrippingWords Jan 3, 2014  Student Writer
SpiderwebWisher Jan 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're an inspiration. Heart 
oh dear, haha. I don't know about that :blushes:
thank you so much, love <3
SpiderwebWisher Jan 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
sugar-coatedinsanity Jan 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You are one beautiful person. :heart: 

"you were saved not in order to live" :iconbeatingheartplz:
pssh, I've lived in your shadow forever ;P

I love this poem. truly. :heart:
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