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For what I beheld In the grasp of my stare Was the sheer beauty Of a thousand mornings and more. Like life never faded from her To create an evening’s solemn colors Of drowned shades. My love guides a current Out from her eyes, While I do not hold back My own that see the…
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Chapter One “From the eyes of an angel, the black one, there are no more wings to look at. It is even when the sun is out or the moon is full, that the light does not come to her. In the darkness, in her own, there is only the recognition of a sheer blackness…
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“If what is termed to be a social construct is never defined by who we are, then what are we? Is it not true that society is merely a reflection of who we are, not that who we are is a reflection of society?” – Anonymous In all that we are, we can only create…
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Paint the walls With the colors of your eyes. Find a path That is no longer broken, As I am your friend Who can hold you the right way Without a weak heart. Fall through the void, to find water To drink of your fill, To drink of what you spilled From a broken mind…
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Our light Originates from beyond the Heavens, Or so I am told. I cannot believe in anything higher than love. What leaves, besides the light from her eyes? What departs, besides the life that goes astray? Even in death, she kills me. I hang from her retinas, The bold light and me, To stare at…
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Every heartbeat For each uncertainty Leads me to you, broken down in embers Above a hearth, deep in the twilight. The scent of your petals Bleed colors about In the fragrance, in the elegance Of your entwining form, With a gait deep in the mire Beneath your dancing feet. It is but a memory deep…
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To be seated Stilled, on the porch Where rain lashes your false cheeks, Resenting a smile While you breathe sighs to the summer breeze. Your depression surrounds The violet shores, The bluest stares Of those who cast in your direction Sheer bewilderment. Wonderment holds you For a future that cannot snare you, Cannot capture you…
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I begged her song to be written for me, in what colors she could pour out, from a throat made of silver. Though, I simply waited while her sigh, the last one, drew out the silver breath from her lungs, against the fiery coldness of winter. Of what I saw, of that silver breath, against…
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I see Wrapped around you in softness, The robe meant to depart From a feeble waist For the greatest taste Of one man, as me Needing to see A woman with a majesty’s form, Written over in the sand. One long line for a verse Spells each delicate curve to be conversed. Life sits still…
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Whatever will ever Come of you In the years that follow? Your eyes seat themselves on the edges Of your withdrawn eyelids, Leaned back from the bleak irises, While falling rain, As raining tresses of chestnut Merge themselves in contrast To your porcelain skin. Your eyes seat themselves on that edge, Never to look upwards,…
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“For all the infinite amount of pains in this world making up the subjective realm, there is still the seemingly ignored objective realm of love. What is art, if not expression? What is both love and expression, if not freedom and liberation? Therefore, whoever thought that standards were confinement, instead thought to enslave.” – Anonymous…
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“Promote self-esteem enough as a career choice, and you’ll begin to promote narcissism and egotism. It is because the people with the highest self-esteem, are those sociopaths who care little for what happens to others, so long as they can get ahead and become ‘successful’. It is always tiresome to see people turning their careers…
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