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We often speak Too much on success. For the world has eclipsed All the puddles of love. All the tears that stay on the ground And do not raise themselves as a reflection Of what toil considered To be ever-more As the one to create the lasting love. Love was once a mere mound of…
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The world swings letters On jagged rocks, Near an ocean, where wails from whales Are the same sounds as the crying widow. Love possesses dragon scales, Covering the entrance of intrusion. Beyond the wall that shields a person From exploring the outermost, And the wall goes aflame In the current of disdain. Those letters Swung…
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“Facts and opinions. The former has structure, while the latter doesn’t. What the latter symbolizes is the deconstruction of the former. In each fact, there is a building. In each opinion, there is a piece of a building. Yet, as each person holds their individual piece, individual opinion, individual voice, no one who doesn’t speak…
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Let me surround you In clashes Against your frozen skin. You have denied For many whiles, Many eternities. And now, it is my turn To show you truth Beyond your understanding. The blue sky Has not been wide enough For your eyes to see upward And catch my falling tears. Life has been so cruel…
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Crave me, For I am craving you To return to my broken arms. The sky is falling And all we are catching Are each other’s unwanted tears. Our lips smear Over each other’s mouth, Deep in the web of memory Where life stands still, And does not forget how it looked When velvet contrasts from…
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Too often do I hear or read the words that someone said, that are, “Why is she not doing anything?” But, what makes a good female character? It has to be a past. There’s evidence behind the fact that women have more of a chance to develop Alzheimer’s Disease, because their brains possess a far…
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Deep in my past Where horses ride Over roadways and train tracks, I fall away Into memories Full of the same shelter, In how I gave love To anyone else. His arms Brought my misfortune to fortune, And in what I learned Was that grief is but a symbol To never grow beyond To something…
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No shortcuts Upon a path where circuitry breaks And we lose our chemistry. Lonesome as the whale Calling to the breath of air, At the surface of the sky As it should be. Love never held a nothing in our arms, But the two bouquets for either eye And a teardrop waxed into each petal…
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Concealed Behind blinding tears, And not wanting to vanish, Because it is all to feel, When death would steal it all. But, the darkness remains Barren, upon my shoulders Concealed in the gloom, Hidden in this room, Full of portraits that do not smile, While the artists faked their strokes And drew crosses over mouths,…
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What feeling In our guilt, Shared like a glass of wine, On an ivory saucer, Drunk like milk, Like one spying cat With careful awareness, And needless espionage. We share it, And drown it Upon our arms, Soaked like eels in the wet grass, Beneath, where their poison sinks into soil That lifts the reeds…
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Love is so deep As the jewels we wield Ornamented in our hair, Adorned upon our flesh, Skin and snow Offerings and show. Love is where kindness bleeds, And pleasure sleeps Until the day we find the right time, To unbox A stored dream, And give enlightenment to a curse We have kept as fear.…
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When tears fallTo rise,And reach your delicate eyes,After I have shed themSo that you may see,That our love is true. As true as the skies beneath our feet,As true as the sun that no longer scornsWhen it would be overhead. For all I witness, is your face to be kissedA thousand times on each cheek,Where…
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