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Post by Dice on Jan 25, 2008 19:09:57 GMT -5
This was submitted for my school's magazine contest. The prompt was to choose a quote or a picture and write a poem/short story about it. My quote was:
"But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see." (from a song by Neutral Milk Hotel, apparently).
Stardust
you are still young seeking stardust found first fleetingly in summer rains and sunkissed shimmering on your face (and when the sunset clouds shift you swear there could be heaven in the spaces in between)
the girl at the playground is so beautiful it startles you, like meteors and flash floods are beautiful; you think there must be some stardust glimmer here to find in gleaming blonde hair and blue blue eyes like all those painters' angels although possibly she was brunette last week.
she talks miles-per-minute on her phone and you think that either distance makes the heart grow fonder or she's just afraid of silence (because distance equals rate x time but silence equals sorrow)
coffee-smeared lips curve to catch smoke spun out spidery in the air around her like a hollow halo imitation, it can't absolve the sick smell on her breath. is perfection overrated? you wonder if her cigarette smoke is more solid than your dreams.
when she walks past you hold your breath and the faintly smoky breeze behind her drifts across your palms and they are empty. there's glitter under her eyes but oh, she's the wrong kind of dust, the ashes kind.
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Post by Goosh on Jan 25, 2008 19:23:15 GMT -5
@_@ Very pretty, Pyro. :3 I very much like it.
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Post by Dice on Jan 29, 2008 20:26:15 GMT -5
Thanks, Goosh
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