BlueOwl

France

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Message to Readers

I know the footnotes sound kind of gloomy lol, but I feel like I forgot how to write, really
so any, really any, feedback you might have, don't hesitate to send it to me

Fire-red blood stains milk-white skin

April 8, 2021

the spirit of rolled Rs and burning green tea
surrounded by infinite ever-ageing yellow pages
it made up whole philosophies in only two days
one ephemeral thought

we sat on the wooden floor debating the world we could've had
private polyglot jokes with forsaken origins
mere excuses to mix all the languages we never spoke
and die of laughter until our stomachs ached

the never faltering loud chatter and spontaneous out-of-pitch singing
contrasted with unknown birds by day and political protests by night
never did any of them get wrong
the harmony of our body and mind

the komorebi-green leaves gaze into my soul
they ask me what will I do
when I will go
and I find it rather bold of a tree
to think I would forget it so easily
bold of it to assume that any of this
would leave me anytime soon
haven't written a single line in a very long time
so... whatever, I guess

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3 Comments
  • Yellow Sweater

    It feels so sullen. There's a depth and richness to it, which I can't explain. (Maybe I would do better if I was in on the narrators polyglot jokes:)


    25 days ago
  • crystalline•galaxies

    wait, this piece is so cool. i love the warm and fuzzy feeling it gives off. for not writing in a while, this is absolutely spectacular.

    i also wanted to say that i accidentally deleted the version of the piece that you reviewed that had the review on it, so i couldn't comment there, but i ended up revising with the suggestions you gave. don't feel pressured to leave another review (i'm not sure if i would revise it again), but i just wanted to let you know.


    25 days ago
  • Just_A_Memory

    Oh my! I adore the title! The third stanza is my favorite. "the never faltering loud chatter and spontaneous out-of-pitch singing, contrasted with unknown birds by day and political protests by night."


    30 days ago