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Winter Ghosts
Because we choose the Loves we lackNot those we dare to act;Because we pick the loves we wantNot those that keep us intact; Because we travel ages backWe seize to find ourselves;Because the future do us tauntWe seize to be ourselves;& over time we cease to see —the ones we meet are much as we.&…
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The Son of Man
There must be time where this began; When I became, as spoke my name — the son of Man. There must be time where all ends meet, where all would pass, break, and beat, Where endings die, the day they greet the renaissance of Man. — There must be time where this began; Where I…
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Letter I: I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart.
I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart. I still stumble at your portrait and stray, Then wonder how I loved you at the start.
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Do not open the seal
Do not fall in love; do not feel. Do not listen nor watch nor think. Do not tell yourself it’s real. Do not sleep nor rest nor blink. Cower in each wound and bruise, If stricken by that wretched muse. Veil in the shadows of your soul. Fight through the fall. Fight through the fall. Refrain,…
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Fareeda
I wage the war against your demon’s reign; & fight in you, with you through the unsaid. I claim your heart and claiming is my bane. I barter lives leaving my breath to wane. I utterly trade thine by mine instead. I wage the war against your demon’s reign. I kiss despair goodnight to welcome…
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Mila
Between the lashes of your eyes, You captured Love wildly; You spawned the doors of trust. You paved the hells of lust, and approached my heart childly. That when — into the darkest hour — you bloomed out of my barren earth, auguring that everlasting spring. That age of ceaseless worshipping, a ceaseless glow, and flow,…
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Theresa
The heart in me burning; the aching, the yearning, the caring, the searing, the scheming, the turning. The heart in me burning. The self in me daring; the drearing, the bearing, the warning, the scorning, the tearing, the smearing. The self in me cheering. The heart in me praising; the raising, the razing, the aching,…
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Gnossienne No. 1
Hidden, that stairway well; That stairway led to hell. That speaks of runes — old, Of a curse you’ve to unfold, Of what you dare not tell — That stairway led to hell. The “You” I used to sow, That I believed I know Has otherworldly pain, That I unseal in vain. That “You” in…
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Camilla
Unknowingly, Out of my omniscience, I rob, Your presence out of Life, I wandered lonely till I stop, Unto that lyrical strife, Unknowingly, your essence touched mine — all that was hollow, My deepest dormant effervescence; That whispered down:”No tomorrow” Unknowingly, I conquered the self in me subsiding, the maelstroms in my residing. Unpurposefully, I’m conquered,…
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Aria
O’ Music, Only when you strum my threads, Vibrating into the fragrance of our decadence; unto the evening night treadings, within thy floral hues, and thine earthly cues. Blessing the heavenly and mundane weddings, O’ Aria, Sweet, Our time does fleet into the racing searing heat. A beating heart into the flawless memory Out of…
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