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Lost in Translation by TheLunaLily, literature

Literature

Lost in Translation

It’s a sweltering mid-summer Saturday afternoon, not unlike the day before, and the one before that. They are in their apartment, him in his plain brown recliner, her propped on the arm of her refurbished vintage loveseat, the fan spinning lazy circles like a crippled bird. Its thrumming white noise has been valiantly filling the silences, but wings can only do so much. If not for the pain, there would be comfort in the familiarity of the argument sizzling in the air. She said: “How could you say that? And in that way…” He stares cold-eyed and shrugs, his ice gathering shoulders, quietly burdened, are begging for an avalanche. It has become too heavy. Any excuse will do. She said: “As if it is mathematics, equations, not conversations, with your words like numbers, reducing everything to addition and subtraction—“ He said: “You’re doing it again, speaking in metaphors and surrealisms. You know I can’t stand it. What the hell is your problem? And what does any of it

origami by Hyperionic-Xmissions, literature

carousel by catching-cinderella, literature

Literature

carousel

we laughed like children high on m&ms, danced like we were carousel horses, and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses. I saved our footsteps in mason jars, in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads to get home. home was an illusion: honesty without truth, apologies without forgiveness, I kept home sandwiched between "never" and "have to." caroline, they'd say. caroline, stop being such a dreamer. stop taking us for granted. I packed every apology possible into my breath, left runaway plans lingering in the silence between family. when I found you dancing in the street, I listened for merry-go-round music. I

Poetry Basics Week - Assonance and Consonance by TheMaidenInBlack, journal

Poetry Basics Week - Assonance and Consonance

Nov 21, 2013

These two rhetoric figures are the classic examples of writing techniques that are as easy to employ as they are to be overdone and make what you're writing feel awful, like you're trying too hard. What they mean is sort of obvious from the name, and that's your first help: unlike other rhetoric devices, they're as simple as the name sounds. Consonance is the repetition of the same consonant sound in a sentence, verse or stanza. Assonance, similarly, is the repetition of a vowel sound in a short sequence. You probably read or heard both of them a lot! Either in ads or Literature or songs, assonance and consonance are a very helpful trick. Th

Fall Upon Blind Eyes by joeyws91, literature

Literature

Fall Upon Blind Eyes

I force a smile, my lips crack like concrete, the words provoked are too heavy for my voice to carry. I sit quite awkwardly, the silence, an opponent to contend with it's always there but not ever present, silence does fade. Noise in the form of simple words fall upon waiting ears. Accepted in the form of knowing worth, rise from waiting years. Patience is a friend you hate to be right, needed yet underrated. Living how I always have just a different life, a want on a whim yet contemplated. I stand for the first time, the roots tear like string, what I've felt was too heavy for my hands to hold. I think in absolutes, my will is the leader

Joy by haphazardmelody, literature

we bend and fold. by heartbehavior, literature

Literature

we bend and fold.

there is a list in the back pocket of someone i used to know, down by the hudson river where i last remember. he told me that we should follow it, but did he notice the pitched arch of my brow when i thought he meant the note that slumbered in his father's leather wallet? but soon i saw him curl his index finger straight towards what runs through new york's urban soul, and i felt dear hudson's square miles cut through me.