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Pure flow and afterglow
The lights between hearts
I am but a star
But you are blue fire
You ink into the swirl
Turning black to blaze
I gaze, amazed
Your eyes shine so much brighter
There is no purest glimmer
Nor thought to contain
I cannot stay
So please save a piece of me
It'll thrum with my voice
And you will know my choice
I'll show you
Don't fade just yet
I hold two possibilities
I lie when I can't see
My heart breaks
Collect the light before it goes
Remember me as I was then
Back through the time-stream
I won't remain
So stay with me under this doom
Love is so frail in vogue
And less so in a vacuum
But I love you
So engrave it in the morning sky
And I, with you, will forever fly
The lights between hearts
I am but a star
But you are blue fire
You ink into the swirl
Turning black to blaze
I gaze, amazed
Your eyes shine so much brighter
There is no purest glimmer
Nor thought to contain
I cannot stay
So please save a piece of me
It'll thrum with my voice
And you will know my choice
I'll show you
Don't fade just yet
I hold two possibilities
I lie when I can't see
My heart breaks
Collect the light before it goes
Remember me as I was then
Back through the time-stream
I won't remain
So stay with me under this doom
Love is so frail in vogue
And less so in a vacuum
But I love you
So engrave it in the morning sky
And I, with you, will forever fly
Literature
dreamer
by all the gods,
is she lovely—
the sweetest lullaby i have ever heard.
and her fingertips soothe this raging nightmare
which roars inside, a decaying dragon
that one too many knights have slain.
if i could worship at her feet i would.
alas,
her temple is guarded by pale clouds and
a witch's moonlight; only ravens
may find their way into her tower
and break her chains with a featherweight kiss.
i do not feel her embrace every time the darkness whispers.
no, it is only when the ice in my veins
burns hotter than the sun and my voice is lost
in the supernova that hides itself behind a black hole.
it is only then that she is there,
Literature
succubus
Nemesis likes to play fair,
and I respect her for that.
if I stab out your eye,
you're welcome to stab out mine.
and when we chat about "equality,"
we sometimes work around the word,
taking quiet bites to miss the rotten spots.
no one understands until
they taste the grainy blackness
rubbing on the roof of their mouth.
no one understands
unless it happens to them.
so, when she speaks her mind,
she's a bitch,
and nobody loves a bitch.
the truth is,
nobody loves when their punching bag
learns to punch back;
suddenly the game isn't fun anymore.
and we're reduced to that one word,
"bitch,"
reduced to
that feminist with the words
men roll the
Literature
Silver Lining Symphony
Remember
how summer sings
quietly in your ears;
when your
stray heart
stutters
hold it and wait,
for your cold hands
are meant to hide
the fire within.
Listen,
every symphony,
every beautiful thing
is made
of pauses
and broken pieces;
diamonds do not reflect
the light
until they are cut.
Remember
how the sun filters
through cracked clouds
after a storm;
when the rain
gently kisses your palms,
forgive the scars
for what has been.
Listen
and always
remember,
far beyond this pain
there are
luminous adventures,
thriving,
in the wake
of your
resilience.
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This is so pretty! I wanna hang it on my wall, very nice job!