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"Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time."
"How inconvenient to be made of desire."
"It's me, hi, I'm the problem its me."
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. For this round, every prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, do whatever. Steal from a literary classic, or copy WeVerse drama.
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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: grief
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
- Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
[FILL] spring, summer, winter blue
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: grief, expressed through ~poem~
Permission to remix: yeah!!
hi i realllyyy wanted to write this but there were no words in my head. so i decided to write a poem! which is probably not what you were expecting, but!!
mingyu is grieving seokmin here!
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I carry you in a pearly thing,
a shiny bead hanging from my neck
a tiny thing, really
which glimmers in the light of the sun.
And
In spring, summer, and winter green,
when life wears me down,
you are a soft sheen.
Compliments aimed at the hollow of my throat
which, I’m sure, make you preen.
And during the
falling flowers, autumn red and blue,
I find myself asking you
to leave me a clue.
As the pearl at my neck bounds up and down
with every step, an overexcited teen,
footfalls heavy and weary as it thrashes against my neck
Fighting, desperately to escape the bounds of its realm
beneath my skin is a fluttering thing
of fear and of panic
ah—
Every night, I am covered in your grime,
and the glory of your shine,
not physical in the least, but it helps
at least to pretend,
to look at my palms, which have an imprint of you
lest I forget you were here
in my house twirling through the dark
in my kitchen by my side, jumping up and down
bounding through my heart,
smile a gorgeous arc on your face like the
winter, spring, and summer sun.