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Soon,
the stars
will fade
like the notes
of my love song.
A tragedy
whose soundtrack
will capture
the grief
of my lost soul.
Holding
my own hand,
I will sigh
in remorse
as my dream
gradually
approaches its end.
In a few weeks,
my apocalyptic
nightmare
will be a reality.
An inevitable
horror
where my life
and my heart
will shatter
like the dashboard
of a car
hitting a brick wall.
You will be
saying farewell.
And I know
that no matter
how much
I want to stop
this cheapshot
of fate,
I will still fail
because I am only
a mortal.
So to the Divine Providence,
I will voice out
this hymn of mercy,
that on that day
when my song ends
please forbid
the word
"Goodbye".
the stars
will fade
like the notes
of my love song.
A tragedy
whose soundtrack
will capture
the grief
of my lost soul.
Holding
my own hand,
I will sigh
in remorse
as my dream
gradually
approaches its end.
In a few weeks,
my apocalyptic
nightmare
will be a reality.
An inevitable
horror
where my life
and my heart
will shatter
like the dashboard
of a car
hitting a brick wall.
You will be
saying farewell.
And I know
that no matter
how much
I want to stop
this cheapshot
of fate,
I will still fail
because I am only
a mortal.
So to the Divine Providence,
I will voice out
this hymn of mercy,
that on that day
when my song ends
please forbid
the word
"Goodbye".
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
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Literature
Unsave Me
U n s a v e m e
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Cruel savior-
Make me beg.
Starve me-
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
Primal
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
Unstained,
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Tarnish me
Sweet prince,
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors.
Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
lust dust
and and
hope smoke
and and
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me,
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this saturday may be the last time that I will see her.
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I would love to be able to tell you that this will feel better and that it will all be okay, but really for a while it felt for me like snorkelling broken glass and then it hurt a little worse for a while. But know that if you let it loose on paper it seems to make it more bearable. man, I am a ray of sunshine today!
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