our souls are sierpinski dew sublimed from matter's keen edge
honed into reality lubricated by intent
vibrations condensing from infinities of membranes
all-wombing mother,
vast eldritch percussionist,
taps out planck-scale time.
Choose choice decide decision by wordofthewillow, literature
Literature
Choose choice decide decision
The decision doesn't matter.
or, not really.
But can I choose another
without being buried in that decision, can I stand in the storms
of my own doubt?
That is the real test.
Securities and lack of, flashing
like strikes of lightning
across my face
And normally I choose to be broody
And unhappy in my consuming turmoil,
Mine. Possessive.
But these things strike me anyhow.
Be like the water. Soft, heavy,
Sometimes crashing,
Characteristically true.
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Expecto Patronum by ProfessorMoriarty86, literature
Literature
Expecto Patronum
The bright light of day may give you a fright
If you have been living in the black, empty night
Now out of the dark and into the light
And shoved headfirst into the fight
It's going to be hard, scary, and rough
You're going to think that you've had enough
Every day is a struggle, every day is a grind
But if you push through you just might find
That though this life is fraught with pain
You give and you give but don't see the gain
The gain had been staring you in the face
And the worth is weaved in the fabric of days
Every small smile and every kind word
Every friend, every laugh, that's your reward
Every memory you cherish can become a blade
Sleep would elude him during these nights, or rather, he would elude sleep. It would beckon to him, tempting him toward it, but he would resist. Discontent with the course of the day's events and a nagging longing to transcend it all would keep him awake far longer than he should be, until at last his black eyes became too heavy for him, and he was forced to submit to defeat.
And on these mornings, the prospect of waking would seem an impossible one, looming large over him, the gray light radiating dully through his window doing little to convince him that today would be any different than the last.
At least, swaddled beneath the b
Running; I’m always running. Tonight is like all the rest. I had been in a lush green forest eating when I’d heard a noise. Turning my head I’d seen a man staring at me; a bow in hand, quiver on his back and the arrow drawn. For a moment I’d thought perhaps he’d be different, that he wouldn’t shoot to kill me, but I was wrong. The moment the arrow flew towards me I ran. I had felt the arrows sting in my rump and that had caused me to run even faster.
As a unicorn I can tell what is in man’s heart and most that I’ve encountered in my lifetime, which has been a long one at that, is that all men h
Our hearts shattered, our minds broken, eyes in tears
A world which has been bringing us down for years
Following the times of great sorrow and grief
Moments of happiness are quite rare and brief
Clinging to reality, that silent thief
Has left us robbed and showered in disbelief
You see there is no secret to contentment
Joy comes from compassion, and not resentment
A word, a prayer, a trinket of a kind
In times of true despair leaves the addict blind
The luck does not come from the object indeed
But reminds a person to keep calm in need
I tend to keep trinkets for times quite frantic
Never forgetting that they're not mantic
Recall, when