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The Sky Where We Are In the morning, I await the light breath of her kiss and my reply on her delicate hand. In the evening, I await her blessings that I may sleep soundly. She is the soft voice that calls when whispers fall on deafened ears, and her ways are gentle. I long for the time that she should adorn my head with fleeting kisses. But she and I are separated by the leagues between us. We share the same sky, so when I awake so should she. I leave to my day and she to hers, but we share the same sky. So look up, and remember the other.
Lately though, she has withdrawn her love from me. Where I would wait for her morning kisses, there are none. Where her evening tidings and regards were my godspeed, my sleep is riddled with forlorn nightmares. I find myself in Kirsanov's dilemma--now my lover's thoughts remain shrouded and unfathomable. She is now unattainable; I know not what lay hidden within her soul. I leave to my day and she to hers, but we no longer share the same sky.
The Petal ButterflyDear Kit,
Walking from one end of the campus to the other for no reason at all, I'd been thinking about what beauty I could see. For a while nothing really interested in me until I walked under a tree in the courtyard and felt a strong gust rush by. At first, I was in dismay at the wind ruining my combed hair, but I rescinded my anger for the small thing that I beheld next. Coming from some indiscernible flower, a petal was blown from its perch and made its decent in a ballet with the other leaves and petals that came with it. And for a moment, maybe it was my imagination, it seemed to be something else. The petal suddenly became a butterfly and flitted around for a few beautiful moments before ending in the grass as if the butterfly meant to alight upon a tuft. And so through my walk had not been in vain.
Allegretto piu Grave
I Am MeShe said to me, "I am me."
I am not trying to be something I'm not.
I am not trying to be "Asian" when I say that I'm in an Asian sorority.
I am not changing who I am because I date an Asian man.
I am not swapping identities because I attend a Korean church.
I am not some white girl who's supposed to be a token.
She said to me, "I am me."
I am not a token.
I am me, a human being.
I don't care about race.
I don't care what color my skin is in comparison to the guy next to me.
I just want to be me.
I am not your token white girl.
I refuse to be that.
She said to me, "I am me."
A token is a trophy that you take out of your pocket and show your best friends.
A token is an object, and to say I'm a token dehumanizes me with one word.
It's so crazy how one word can dehumanize a whole human.
So am I a token to you?
A token can't stand on two feet much less be accepted at a university for its accomplishments.
A token can't talk to you and ask how you are
Or see you and ask where you've been.
A RevolutionThe revolutionaries' voices could be heard from her window
She looked at her reflection in the window
As rain dripped down the pane
Death had already touched her
She, made into a white spectre
Still she looked into her reflection
Trying to find beauty
Along her whitened cheeks
She touched her thin lips with her hand
Her crimson lips leading to the soft creases
To her veins where yet more blood flowed
She blinked a moment, and in the reflection
A droplet rolled from her eye to cheek
Whether it was a tear or a chanced raindrop
We may not know
They came bursting through the door
And like the splintering door
A reign came to its end
Revolutionaries cried for a head to roll
But first she was violated
They marched her through the square
Where each cobble might have been a headstone
For all the deposed scepters
They stripped her and struck her face
Blood trickled from her virgin lips But they withheld not even that
And so thereafter they took her tongue
Which they claimed evil enchantment to
The HorizonDearest Kit,
My L'aura, my L'aura has called me to dream of her still. When I closed my eyes, I was on a sandy beach where my forlorn heart lay with longing for you. My eyes still shut, I must have wished hard enough, for my salty air became sweeter. Though fallen, I could feel your gentle hands brushing a briny spray before coming to meet my lips in a bittersweet kiss. My L'aura, you are the very air I breathe, but as you rushed away my eyes, though closed, offered a sacrament of tears that mingled with my body into the deep. To feel you leave was to feel the heart leave also, for mine goes with you wherever that may be. But somewhere deep in my soul, I still wished to see you again though you are of the air, and I the ocean depths... both bound to our own worlds. But have you not heard as I have? There is a place if you go far enough to the East where the water and air meet. That is where I'll finally be with my L'aura again forever in endless love.
Ice for a PalaceI am the king of this place of ice so cold. I am the master of this night without a star. Here I'll spend my days within the labyrinth of crystalline ice. No one may enter--no one may escape, so I'll sit in cold contempt of the world and stare straight back into the resolved eyes cast from the ice mirrors surrounding me. I will keep Tartarus company on this cold, unforgiving throne. I may have loved once, but those are sinister shores which were stocked with usurpers and sirens. And all those now lay desolate under a tombstone of frost, forgotten under the depths of a frozen sea. I walked out onto the pallor ice and built my walls of malice and unfeeling ice. And so from here, I'll watch the contemptible world fight amongst itself and rot away as I await their fates in this castle of ice.
Dear Kit, I fell in love witDear Kit,
I fell in love with you, so I pray you don't leave my side. I say this because you are not with me now, and I miss you. I miss the sincere gaze I see when your eyes and mine meet. I miss the way you toss your hair as you turned in my direction. I miss imagining a hidden smile as you walked ahead of me towards the ice cream shops. I miss the carefree laughs of summer and the warm hugs of winter. A busy life has stolen you away from my loving embrace.
But for now I will keep dreaming. I dreamt of chasing you through a frozen forest after a heated snowball fight in the yard. As you ran away from me, I gave chase, but mid-run I tripped and fell into a frigid snow drift. You'd laugh at my expense, but amidst your laughter, snow from a branch came falling down on yiu. For a moment of disbelief the two of us just sat then broke into simultaneous chuckles at our blunders. But oh the fun at the cost of a face full of snow. That's only one of many a fantasy as I lie i
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