Creative

Skyfall

Even as I fall from the sky
I remind myself
It was all
Worth it
All
I
Dared
I soared
Touched the sky
I touched the bright sun
…And I did it all without wings.

“Theo Dyssean” is an internationally unknown expert in asking questions, finding answers, not getting caught, and not getting killed [and/or eaten by bears]. He enjoys moonlit runs down dark alleyways, and romantic evenings working through an interpreter who speaks less of the target language than he does. His hobbies include being in the wrong place at the wrong time, knowing where the exits are, being the fastest runner in the room, borrowing bikes, and sleeping in HVAC ducts. His religious and political views tend to orbit dominantly around Bobby Finstock’s Three Rules.

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Mic-Mac
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Mic-Mac

Excellent Ody.

Miche
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Miche

The courage to rise above mediocrity into the brilliance of failure. Maybe even surviving the thud to do it all again. Better. Maybe. Sometimes just standing up again feels like the hardest part.

My first thought was Diamanté! …er, inside out. Chiasmus? Wings with symmetrical syllables. (All those creative writing classes, and I suddenly feel like I barely scratched the surface.) (Or…you’re creating your own forms. But the soaring imagery has *structure*…happy sigh.)

More please.

georgehand
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Impressive

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