immortality-in-words

Todo el tiempo contigo - dulce, como anticongelante que me manejó en los días invernales; salvo del frio, salvo de dolor, de verdad; yo estaba dormiendo en un ataud de mariposa, hermosa; felizmente en los sueños sobre el libertad de amor, cuándo en realidad - atado en una jaula,     ahora estaba ido     desaparacido         desaparacido a-      d i o s ;     ahora         tengo alas, pintado con ojos       

Prologue          The eastern horizon was a dark, gray blue with clouds that smudged it with a dull pink that was even grayer. The constant shade weaved through the skies from east to west as the skies clung to the last bit of the suns light as it moved behind the horizon. The clouds, however, and the lack of black to contrast the pale silver of the stars and moon, made them impossible to see, yet it was dark enough to mask figures with long shadows. The alleys of the city below were pitch black, and due to the chill left by the rain earlier that day, city sounds of people talking, footsteps tapping, and cars roaring were seldom, and the cl

Preference:I am signing up for either adopter or adoptee, or both. Maybe it can be a sort of trio thing, or a partnership idea, or one-sided mentorship. I will mentor anyone needing help with poetry and some prose (Though I am far better with poetry than prose, and I am looking forward to mentoring poetry much more. However, I will also mentor in prose too.) I will be an apprentice to anyone who wishes to educate someone about any of the following: Song-writing, novel-writing, short stories, and if there is a poet who surpasses me greatly, then I would be very willing to be a student to them as well. As you can tell, I am not very picky.

The chirpings outside, in the back have ceased with the footsteps within, and only thundering silence remains where life once was, banging on my window, like a mother on the doorstep of a convent with a child she will never known, and as I hold the egg in my hands, fragile and secret, I think of what colors the wings will be when she flies away.

ATTENTION: Read from Bottom to Top. Oh Just a memory. ________________________________________________________                                                         |  Nowhere to go from here. Arms seized, back to the wall. | 11. Hard to bear  temptation   necessity,    Touching, rougher        10     Paused, short, eternities      9   Our footsteps echo            8    Welcoming, what is to come   The invasive gestures, building   Building, welcoming  Anticipation As we leap upwards By furtive hands First, shall be caressed   Knowing that whoever goes  And continuing up the stairs   before turn