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There is a song.


I've been told it's about a girl named love and her story of pigeon-toed tragedy. I wouldn't know, my radio only sings about alive, textured things. Love is a color, a person. A color, an adjective, maybe a verb. Possibly a shape, but definitely a color. Everyone says it's red, but it's really clear, like glass. Cold and shiny and see-through and sometimes - well, sometimes plastic. This would never make any sense to you, you who always thought you understood what I was trying to spell out (stuttering red lips in the shape of love, screaming names of cities of people I used to know, places I dream about flying to. I'm terrified of planes, but I'm a bird) and whisper into golden Goldilocks' hair. Your face changed with the weekdays. Thursday. I loved you on Thursdays, but you listened to that song, that one about love. It's false advertisement. They say love's red.


You don't know. I mean, they don't. Know, that is. They don't know and neither do you and I'm left standing on the side of a road with fingers carved into the cement, selling tickets to the four A.M. show, alone and trembling by myself with you. It's cold here. I'd send you a postcard with a picture of your family on it, but I don't think you'd read it. You might send it back. You wouldn't accept anything I'd have to give you, not anymore. You wouldn't want to be reminded of those days we were close to being the same person, hips almost touching and bad breath and crooked-straight teeth and secrets. And so you left. I'm left here in this town that calls me names, this place that feels more broken than my arms. And that's saying something. (You bruised them pretty well.) I'm left saying words like 'dilemma' and 'dignity' and 'forget-me-not', keeping the riverbanks in and learning about chord progression, just so I can write you a real song. Something you can't throw away or send back. I'm left here, stealing the stars away in a jar, leaving them on my shelf to sputter out. I'm left here, picking the rainbow reflections out of my glasses, so I'm not blinded anymore. I never saw it coming. I swear to you, I didn't.. couldn't see it. I'll send you a picture of my ribcage, shattered and dreaming your name.


A name. My name. Your name. It has no feel except for the sight of your tongue rolling around your crooked teeth. A name has no sound, no matter what they say. They don't know anything. They sang about love, remember? A name has no boundaries, no meaning. I could tell you my name was Brendon. I could tell you my name was Charlotte. My name is Corey. I'm lying to you.

The cardboard found behind my crooked heart is soggy and disintegrating, weary and bent from peering lovingly at crooked neighbors' crooked lives. I miss you, neighbor. Never come home. While you were away, someone stitched the word 'love' and a name beside it into my white chest with clear string. What does this mean? The significance, what is this to you? Nothing. What am I to you? Nothing. I am something with(out) you. Maybe it was the other way around. I can never remember correctly. It's fuzzy around the creases, your and my edges growing, planting, singing new meaning. They paid me in memories to tell you about love.

All I know is that it's not red.
do i contradict myself?
very well then i contradict myself.
i am large, i contain multitudes.
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AddoPluvia Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2010  Student Writer
I cannot express how this makes me feel. It's quite the enigma in my mind. I want to write an intelligible response, but I am at a loss for what to say. All I know is that I love it... but I hate it too.

Bravo! You truly deserved this DLD. ^_^
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2010   Writer

thank you so much. really. i appreciate you. for taking the time to read and comment on this, but also in general. despite the fact that this is fairly old and i've been meaning to patch it up, it makes me really excited that there are still people out there who enjoy it.

once again, thank you.
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AddoPluvia Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2010  Student Writer
You are most welcome. ^_^ In all actuality, it kicked me in the ass. I finally got up and decided to write again because of it so I am glad that I took the time to read it. To tell the truth, I must thank you.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2010   Writer
oh.
oh.

uhm.


i'm.. honored. really. you have no idea how much that means to me.

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AddoPluvia Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2010  Student Writer
^_^ I am simply glad I was so humiliated and humbled by your piece. Thank you for writing it and sharing it with me.
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DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2010
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Keep writing and keep creating.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2010   Writer
!
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FollowMeBackHome Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2009
did you know that adjective really is a noun?
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2009   Writer
pardon?
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FollowMeBackHome Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2009
the word 'adjective' - it's a noun.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2009   Writer
i'm aware..
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EverydaySaint Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
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allthatwander Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
One of, if not the, best prose pieces I have read on DeviantART ever. You, my dear, have one bleeding fantastic gift. You get ten dollars and a cookie!
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2010   Writer
oh, wow. goodness me. thank you! so much, really.
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allthatwander Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2010   Writer
(:
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Kiki-Okassu Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
my boyfriend sent me this...and I told him that love is clear, almost..crystaline. You see, I see people as colors...I'm not lying, if you do not believe me, that's fine...but...well, if a person just talks to me for a few seconds, or even if I glance at someone, I can see a color and know their personality... I thought everyone could until my boyfriend told me otherwise... he keeps asking me what colors equal what personality, and once we were so happy together, and he asked, "so...what color am I? what color is this?" I replied with: "It's...love...but' it's not red...it's...clear....almost...it's like crystaline..." You're right, love is definately not red. I thought I was the only one who that way.... I'm so glad that I found someone else! ^^ Do you see colors like me?
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Seeing colors? That's definitely a new perspective! ^_^
I don't see colors, I'm better at seeing emotions.
It's kind of like a person glows if they're happy, and a dark aura surrounds them if they're upset or angry. o.o
I suppose you could say I see shades...?
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Kiki-Okassu Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
yes...you can see auras as well? ^^ that's wonderful! so can I! ^^ I'm so happy! I see happy and yellow and pink, and I think this happy is a light pinkish :)
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Mine are mostly black and white.

When someone's happy they have a kind of white-ish glow, and when they're upset it's darker and shadowed.

I'm not sure what love is, though.
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Kiki-Okassu Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
it's crastaline :)
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Heh, alright.
I'll see for myself, though. (=
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Kiki-Okassu Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
so you guessed? ^^ love has depth to it though...you see...I've gone...insane...before..... that's black... true black, it's more black then you could ever think, so black...you go crazy by looking for a way out...it's empty. It doesn't have an opaque-ness. It's just...empty...love, on the other hand...seems to have opaque-ness; it has volume. It's there. It's...amazing ^^
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Interesting. (=
Then...I suppose I have seen it.
And...I guess you could say, for me, love is...
Colors.
It's crystalline, but it's sort of like...like the sun on a diamond. It's transparent, but it also reflects a spectrum.
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xxsnowxconexx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008
You've written love into a very confusing concept. And love should be confusing because if you knew, where'd the fun be in finding the answers you seek?
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008   Writer
EXACTLY.
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xxsnowxconexx Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2008
Right ON!
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2008   Writer
haha. :D
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Perhaps love could be red.
Red is an angry color, I find.
Bloodlust.
But, then again, if it's anger and bloodlust you search for, it isn't love.
It's greed and sin.
I don't think love is a sin.

Perhaps it is yellow.
But not such the yellow as a schoolbus.
Maybe the yellow you sometimes see during a sunset...
Warm, inviting, safe.

Or maybe black.
Dark, forbidding.
You never know what it might contain.
It might be the insides of a dark, murky cave.
Or it might be the darkness a child takes comfort in beneath his blankets at night.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2010   Writer
you have no idea how overjoyed i am that my piece invited you to ponder these things. seriously.
thank you for reading.
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xxsnowxconexx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008
Okay, that was seriously beautiful for a comment!
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Silverstride Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Student General Artist
Awww, thanks, love! ^^
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xxsnowxconexx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008
My pleasure! n_~
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Talking-Pinata Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008
I agree.

Once again, amazing.

I envy you.

And all that stuff I can't say enough.

Ack. The more I think about it, the less I understand. Let's not think.

Maybe then dreams could come true.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2010   Writer
thank you. you never stop, do you?
there's no need to envy me. the things i feel in order to write things like this aren't very pretty sometimes.
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Talking-Pinata Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2010
But they have the most beautiful results.
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2010   Writer
i'm glad you think so. (:
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HopeTithe Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008   General Artist
well said about names. Clearly written.
Great!
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StarlightGoodnight Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2008   Writer
haha. thank you very much. :)
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