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Concealed in a crown of azure flames,
Lies fester in the presence of bitter'd honey
While salty torrents of sorrow resonate
With an ominous whisper of pure despair…
A lantern pierces through the frigid shadows
With the light of a thousand strong,
But is quickly extinguished
By the tragedy of a thousand more.
The heavens are ablaze and forsaken
As the blood of angels soak the earth
While the mortals weep dry and desolate
For the collapse of their divine guardians.
The tales of old unravel before their eyes
As they succumb to their fears and follies,
Dyeing the streets in a wicked crimson
As the wind turns silent once more...
Lies fester in the presence of bitter'd honey
While salty torrents of sorrow resonate
With an ominous whisper of pure despair…
A lantern pierces through the frigid shadows
With the light of a thousand strong,
But is quickly extinguished
By the tragedy of a thousand more.
The heavens are ablaze and forsaken
As the blood of angels soak the earth
While the mortals weep dry and desolate
For the collapse of their divine guardians.
The tales of old unravel before their eyes
As they succumb to their fears and follies,
Dyeing the streets in a wicked crimson
As the wind turns silent once more...
Literature
Rejection
Neuropathy nudges
Crisply across fingertips;
Flaming pen drips as
Mental strength dissipates
Into malleable mirage.
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
equinox
my living room now
yellow roses
and morning edition
strange names recite even stranger
stories,
and the first day of fall wind
blows in.
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A poem that just came to me out of nowhere... Not sure what it is about, like many others...
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Same here