Faded from lost sun

The loss of color

The absence of hue

Dulled into black and white

The shape of contrasts

The feel of highlights

Faded from a lost sun

You become revealed

In stunning clarity

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Spawned from:

Light Blue, empty sky

Cloudless, tearless canvas raw

Faded from lost sun.

Success the only outcome she can bear,

Her eyes bore down the sight of her pulse gun;

She aims to win this messy Mars affair.

Her fierceness all around her she does stun,

Such depth of feeling for her planet home;

Her eyes bore down the sight of her pulse gun.

Her glance among the soldiers it does roam,

She finds the strength within them all to fight;

Such depth of feeling for her planet home.

A mining rat, she knows what now is right,

And seeks to liberate her enslaved kind;

She finds the strength within them all to fight.

The Earthers' death warrants she has now signed,

She's found a purpose to devote her life;

And seeks to liberate her enslaved kind.

There cannot now be anything but strife,

Success the only outcome she can bear;

She's found a purpose to devote her life,

She aims to win this messy Mars affair.

#poetry #terzanelle #MarsLives

[A terzanelle in iambic pentameter. Original line taken from "Home Front": https://theprose.com/post/181843/home-front and a continuation of the MarsLives! universe started in "Home Soil": https://theprose.com/post/137277/home-soil]

Damp fingers on raw mirrors

dewy body meeting needs

sodden edges of lust

drops of drained abundance

contortionists in washed sky

puddle of flipped throwbacks

tides of ecstasy overflowing

wants watered by nectar

showers of soaked release

drenched by your touch

drained by the moisture

of my soggy limbs

struggling for dripping air

saturated embers, wicks

searching for last breath

vapors of my soul.

Tooky bird pulls the butterfly thread, you don't get harmony lost in what you love.

Seamless, lost in loop drop.

Walk, whisper melody. street lull down double line with two.

Harmony after it means, repeat over bird signals. Hold thus tap note no longer clairness.

Sound in one another enlightenment spreads.

i am alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces

they move forward like a wave and i am drowning

my eyes burn, my throat burns, i don't know what i need.

please talk to me, please pull me out

give me someone to focus on, someone to talk to

yellow shirts. yellow shirts. we are wearing yellow today.

we are sunflowers. we are growing.

i still dream of you and i see myself in that longsleeve yellow shirt

on the day i fell in love and it's funny the things we remember.

i forget your face but you are somewhere in this sea.

when i see you i will know it's you

you will be glowing with radiance and i won't feel so alone.

i'm still a kid and i'm still tripping over my feet.

you are still older than me and you are still next to me.

on my left. always my left. your juxtaposition is just right.

in this sea.

and our arms brush.

and you walk faster.

and i am drowning again.

A writer waiting on his muse

They have been gone for so long

So I pick up my blank paper

my chewed pencils and pens

and I go on...go on without them

but you can tell in the

product...forced words

and phrases that dangle

much like a painting

askew...of center

For that is what my muse

did for me, they centered me

and brought into focus my world

of salt and ink and paper

I do not know where you went

but you are missed

hopefully to come back one day

and write lines of your own

For even without you

You have moved me

to write for you

and put down these

words without cause

Your kiss tasted of liquid chocolate against my sawed out, sour tounge. But You deserved more than I could give. And so, I tried to cover up my sweet tooth with a pack of cigarettes (all I got was two addictions and a mouth full of regrets). I lacked the strength to leave you, and in the end, that doomed us all.

"-Toying with lives, hurting our families, but letting people die broke every single boundary."

"You can dazzle your words all you want, and try to make me feel bad for what I've done in the past, but in the end the past has passed. I'm helping people now to make up for all that, and all you've been doing in the last few minutes, with your grand speeching tendencies, is tempting me back into becoming The Evil King I once was. The Evil King you clearly loved so much!" The scepter in King Kyothan’s hand twirled and leveled abruptly to point at the knight's neck, dark speckled twists of smoke sizzled off the blade.

Neven the Knight recoiled his head back in disgust, while sneak summoning multiple mini-magic circles around the back of the king's head in preparation to retaliate if the threat gave him even a poke's worth of pain.

Pulling back on the evil lord's collar, Xiri yelled out all her annoyances, "AAAGGHH, WOULD YOU TWO GET ALONG ALREADY!!!! KIO! Stop picking fights with every person, place, or thing that gets in your line of sight! I know you're not used to being on the good guy side, but this is just nuts. Who blasts down a tree that 'dares cross their path'?

-Ap ap ap! No, you’re gonna listen: Don't listen to every stupid kid that questions your intentions, just prove them wrong by not doing the bad-guy things they keep accusing you of. People can't help but be wary of your actions after all that you've done, but stop letting them get to you!"

King Kyothan looked on the little she-dwarf – as he liked to call her (though she was 110% human) – with something like condescending incredulity. He couldn’t rebuttal, his shock wouldn’t allow it. Neither did Xiri wait for him.

“Speeeaking of Stupid children, Neven! Leave. King Kio. Alone. You'd think you'd want another doomsday! Stop provoking him!!! He's trying his best to be a better person, and you're bullying him for the attempt! What are you, five? You call yourself a knight?”

We decided to just get close enough to make us happy, and that was that. Any closer and we would have combusted, any farther, just withered away. Both of us had felt too many walls sprouting between every pair of eyes in the room, soundproofed columns rooted in fearful egomania. We had wanted to get around all that. But breaking the walls wasn't as meaningful as kissing each other through the class, saliva carving out pressed lips that never met, forming a cast in our memories instead of the fleeting feeling of someone else's breath soaking yours.

We decided to touch fingertips instead of holding each other, to dance with each other until sweat coursed down our bangs, eyes closed as if sleeping. We would walk away from each other, retreating to our separate skies, not seeing what was in front of us but guessing what was behind. Deep breaths sent me hints of your sighs. Our cheeks were flecked with each other's tears. It wasn't love, as they say, but it was the love that they all dream.

When the world spins with winds that carry screams across oceans to deaf ears, we decided to leave it and feel silence instead. Now, silence is all we have, and is all that we'll ever need.

The 2016 election war

Split times between "after" and "before"

Above all the thing that brought us here

May have been our people's fear

Of change, of difference, and the new

The other, scapegoats, changed worldview

Fear was channeled through a man

With orange skin and "huge" hands

We laughed at him and didn't take

Him seriously until it was too late

Rose colored glasses tainted our view

Of the country we thought we knew

Privilege colors what we see

We hide from racism and misogyny

Of course I use the royal "we"

While I was blind, others could see