Tag: moving on
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Begotten to Begone
In sunlight, when the sky still smiled; Idyllic dreams, loving desire. The heart dives deep, lovingly unbridled. Hell to skeptics and romance deniers. Zealous love; that sits like a cloud, it hovers there and barks aloud. New Zealand coasts, the story transpires. A legend told, at tomorrow’s campfires. It was like Peter and Wendy, but…
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Some Pixie Dust
There she is again, a person there but something more. Even unadorned, she strikes a chord, it almost feels like home. It’s hard to look away! I thought my feelings died some yesterday, But today, a feeling rises like them tides in that crystal bay. I remember being on that pirate ship, a hook in…
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Rewind
I see your smile looped on playback, Playing back like ionic tape magnetic. That smile charged with lyrics compact, I rewind the tape, lyrics all proleptic. Time has changed, two generations gone. The disc got scratched, a beat got skipped. I stream with streamers a newer song, From the mouth of clouds we drink and…
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Ruins
Do we really feel those memories? Are they remembered as they were? Can one remember how sweet the sugar was, before it burned — all that’s left is powdery black soot! Does the rubber tire wear its flattened grooves out of pride or self-contempt? I honestly cannot remember where the road diverged, or even where…
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Shoelaces in water
I dragged my shoelaces through water, wading in the shallows and the deep. For long I felt the weight of the rivers, in desperate wait like Pacey at the creek. The mud and foliage all foamed from drainage chutes, my chucks stained with the pain of two autumns past. I thought I tried, how i…
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Heartache
What happens when a heart breaks? Does it shatter into thousands of shards of glass? Or does it rust as does wintered brass? Does it bleed and wilt at first, Or does it congeal until it finally bursts? Can it be melted and heated as is sand, And if made whole, will it again stand?…
Writings by Samson Mousa 