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Once Upon A Time... There were words.
These words that kept you spell-bound and awe-inspired and slipping off the edge of your seat. These words that made the floor disappear beneath you and made the sky turn different shades and moved you to tears and laughs- and brought your worst, most impossible fears to life.
With magic-filled verses that kept souls alive and made sinners become saints and saints become sinners- someone discovered the secret to immortality.
Turn the first page and you step into someone's mind, the universes they have created and the lives that they've imagined, and no matter what has happened, whether these men and women have suffered or died or forgotten their own voices; they live on within those pages, ready to teach you new lessons with old words. They wait for you to bring them back to life, longing to awaken and treating each reader as a new face with an unknown story of their own.
Have you ever thought about it?
What if you weren't really reading a book, what if a book was reading you?
You're living the most personal, magnified moments within those worlds. You're giving a part of yourself, your attention, your mind, your thoughts, reactions, hopes, emotions- to those old pages. But, every time you read and re-read, you get a different message. You look at things from a different perspective.
Maybe you're getting different answers because you've asked different questions. Perhaps the book can tell you've changed, it realizes that you've lost something or found something and gives in accordance to the way your story is going. The way you pick a book up and put it down- that book reads you and lets you go and tells you what you need to hear.
What if it's fate?
What if we keep the writers alive and they give us someone to talk to? It seems like a fair trade, immortality for inspiration.
Then again, maybe you're just taking a look into my mind, seeing the universes that I've created, seeing the words through my eyes, and pushing me forward with your 'Once upon a time's and 'happily ever after's.
The second you read this though, the second your eyes even flickered or glanced at these letters, these sentences, these poorly written odes to you (Yes, specifically, you)- you gave me immortality.
You made this night last forever.
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pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
Literature
Krisengebiete
Wenn Berge aus Stahl nach Osten rollen,
ins Morgenland, wo Affen tollen.
Aus Menschenschweiß,
für Menschentränen
und Menschenblut,
wo Menschen sehnen.
Von Menschenfleisch
zu Menschenbrand,
zu Menschenstaub im wüsten Sand.
Des Menschen Gier
zu Menschenasche.
Silbern glänzt es in der Tasche.
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the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
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