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She dreamt she was travelling the world, visiting landmarks, an experience she'd always thought exclusive to those with weighted pockets. The great American presidents were watching her with wisdom eyes, and she dreamt their stony expressions curved smiles that glinted, and their crinkled eyes winked to her in secrets.
In the sky above, the clouds weren't lined with silver, but sewn together with gold thread, taut to tearing.
She dreamt she was flying, with fingers entwined in downy white swan feathers. Dark shadows floated on the hills, the violet turrets of a fairy castle. Her breath was mist encircling the great stone walls, and her tears filled the trenches with broken promises.
She locked her hopes behind the castle walls.
She dreamt of red-topped mountains, jagged peaks, and a stairway carved from rock, leading upwards in stepping-stone leaps of faith. She dreamt of uncertain paths falling away beneath her feet, and of a hawk circling overhead, plunging downwards with her fears among his feathers.
The darkness was an abyss into which she threw her childhood.
She dreamt she was falling, falling from the grasp of greedy hands and hotel rooms by the hour. Broken rail-tracks marked her naked skin, and the thud of footsteps near her ringing ears faded into nothing.
She woke, with stardust on her eyelids and a poppy in her tangled hair.
In the sky above, the clouds weren't lined with silver, but sewn together with gold thread, taut to tearing.
She dreamt she was flying, with fingers entwined in downy white swan feathers. Dark shadows floated on the hills, the violet turrets of a fairy castle. Her breath was mist encircling the great stone walls, and her tears filled the trenches with broken promises.
She locked her hopes behind the castle walls.
She dreamt of red-topped mountains, jagged peaks, and a stairway carved from rock, leading upwards in stepping-stone leaps of faith. She dreamt of uncertain paths falling away beneath her feet, and of a hawk circling overhead, plunging downwards with her fears among his feathers.
The darkness was an abyss into which she threw her childhood.
She dreamt she was falling, falling from the grasp of greedy hands and hotel rooms by the hour. Broken rail-tracks marked her naked skin, and the thud of footsteps near her ringing ears faded into nothing.
She woke, with stardust on her eyelids and a poppy in her tangled hair.
Literature
The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
Literature
silver strings
there are silver strings in my bedsheets
from between your lips to my fingertips
i thread silver strings thru our hearts and sing
give me everything everything
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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My entry for the #transliterations Musical Maps Contest
I used 'Forbidden Colours' by Ryuichi Sakamoto which can be found here: [link]
I made the map from the music and wrote the piece based on the map without listening to the music whilst writing. My map is colourful and very weird. It can be found HERE
I used 'Forbidden Colours' by Ryuichi Sakamoto which can be found here: [link]
I made the map from the music and wrote the piece based on the map without listening to the music whilst writing. My map is colourful and very weird. It can be found HERE
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This is beautiful!
My first impression from yesterday stays the same: I like how each "normal"-written paragraph starts with those same words "She dreamt". It makes the story more poetical, at least in my opinion.
Those verses written in cursive seem to be some kind of wishes, or enchantments told/sang by a different person. They are very lyrical too, which again makes the whole text very close to poetry. I'm not a specialist in literature, but I find that between some forms of prose and poetry, there's barely any difference. That's what I feel reading your story. (:
I've listened to the piece of music that you were inspired by (or maybe which you tried depicting in words? I don't know...) and I find some similarities between the music and your text. They're both rather calm, gentle, lyrical, and yet there comes a moment (in the song it's about 2:58 and in your story... "She woke...") of stronger emotion.
The map you drew is pretty interesting to see while listening to the track and just after reading your story.
Oh, I also tried reading it out loud while the music was playing in the background and I really liked the effect. I don't know if you've done that before, but if not, you certainly should - it opens a different perspective of regarding the text you wrote and its connotation with music.
After all, it's a lovely piece! Keep up the creativity! ^^
My first impression from yesterday stays the same: I like how each "normal"-written paragraph starts with those same words "She dreamt". It makes the story more poetical, at least in my opinion.
Those verses written in cursive seem to be some kind of wishes, or enchantments told/sang by a different person. They are very lyrical too, which again makes the whole text very close to poetry. I'm not a specialist in literature, but I find that between some forms of prose and poetry, there's barely any difference. That's what I feel reading your story. (:
I've listened to the piece of music that you were inspired by (or maybe which you tried depicting in words? I don't know...) and I find some similarities between the music and your text. They're both rather calm, gentle, lyrical, and yet there comes a moment (in the song it's about 2:58 and in your story... "She woke...") of stronger emotion.
The map you drew is pretty interesting to see while listening to the track and just after reading your story.
Oh, I also tried reading it out loud while the music was playing in the background and I really liked the effect. I don't know if you've done that before, but if not, you certainly should - it opens a different perspective of regarding the text you wrote and its connotation with music.
After all, it's a lovely piece! Keep up the creativity! ^^