she was whole…
the sun was bright
and suddenly
everything faded…
cold air blew and
darkness and despair
swallowed what’s left of
a glimmering hope…
her eyes:
fading into
a cavernous vessel
a defeated soul…
subtle, struggling, silent
sparkles lingered
but deep within
all-seeing darkness
she stumbled; dwindling from
all the way up
until she reached
the rock bottom
right where
she started over…
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❝ though mundane is my sinful soul
⠀ you gazed upon me
⠀ -ethereal-
⠀ in your purest form ❞
–pandamonium
Ashened and sublime
deeper than all oceans
home to all divine
gate to the Empyrean
streams of purest orisons
flood thy holy shores
cached in a hallowed teardrop
and a million more
I seek refuge, my sullen soul
cleanse me when you cry
see my broken pieces whole
in light of your angel eyes
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/ˌevəˈnes(ə)nt/
| fading |
right across rivers of sullen daylights
basked in the glory of my twilight fate
I drift down deeper to this mundane mind
where I kept my silent demons awake
| out of sight |
where fallen celestials rest their souls
is what my spirit would call a home
where I’d weep beside my rusty halo
shackled in chains of velvet gold
| dwindling |
in oceans of my auburn winter flames
in cycles of fleeting joy and lucid pain
while caught in this mystical, ludicrous game
I lived in subtle and died in plain
| out of memory |
alas! in this cavernous fortress of lies
I’ll slumber under my frozen moons
lulled by symphonies of cold goodbyes
evanescent, hidden under frosty dunes
Do you see it?
Do you see me?
See my feelings ?
…they’re evanescent… I’m…
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I write when I am happy
But mostly when I’m sad
I write when I feel lonely
Or whenever I am mad
I write when I feel silly
Or when I get too bored
Sometimes they’d turn out dreamy
Though mostly they’d be dark
I write when I’m emotional
Or when I feel no motivation
Or when I see something magical
Then I’d write some narrations
I write when I feel suffocated
Or when I need escape
I write to feel like I’m protected
I write just to feel safe
I could very much go on forever
And maybe few days more
Of how in many ways clever
Poetry commands my very core
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words were her photo albums
she’s been called a poet
she’d capture picture-perfect moments
and keep them in her sonnets
timeless were her oldest rhymes
endless were her bluest skies
her gallery of precious times
has kept her soul alive
she’d often wish her reel would not
run out of colored threads
so she could leave behind a work
no weary soul forgets
but as her auburn strings grew short
denying her requests
with tears she wrote, “the end”
to find she had the right regrets
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her mind wandered in midnight hues
lucent with her dead love’s embers
awaiting the coming of mourning’s due
as his gentle flares warmly hovered
for awful long she laid there, cowered
for way much longer she hid and cried
then she tried to make a small step forward
and from tiny steps she made a stride
then finally…
her heart crackled with golden rays
fading to orange-ruffled strands
spattering tear drops along the way
bidding adieu to her past romance
now her heartache’s gone to slumber
leaving behind an amber glow,
a subtle goodbye to a pain past over
and to morrow, a warm “hello”
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they say she’s crazy
they say she’s mad
“stay away from that lady”
they say she’s bad
she sees things no one else does,
hears strange voices;
louder than a hush
–
her very eyes give shape to fear
her soul- naked…
in caskets of her tears
–
she keeps seeing corpses
wandering in streets
lurking… lurking… haunting deep
–
“take your medicine” urged his father
“don’t let this pain devour you;
no more no further”
–
“no”– she refuses…
gritted teeth and clenched fists,
“no, papa” she refuses…
“Cause if I get better-
If I get better…
I’ll miss you.”
You see…
she… is not crazy
she… is not mad
she’s just a loving lady
and she… isn’t bad
“She’s just…
unwell.”
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Hey.
You’re lovely.
You are.
Yes.
Hey.
You matter.
You do.
Nonetheless.
“You’re lovely…
I see that-
I do.”
I know, you’ve always yearned
the same 4-letter word
you’ve heartfully given…
given too much, too many
“I love you.”
I know you’ve never learned
the joy of being heard;
you’ve always stayed hidden…
and listened too wholely
“Hey, I hear you.”
I know you’ve never felt
the warmth of all kindness
you’ve shown without covers…
a lot too easily
“Here, let me.”
I know you’ve always dealt
with the same kind of sadness
you’ve taken from others…
from others too lonely
“You can talk to me.”
I know…
I know you…
you, beautiful soul
⠀ one with brave heart
you, quite the fool
⠀ but a lovely work of art
you, sweet child
⠀ you’re a twinkling star
you, strong warrior
⠀ you’re my best part
yes… my best part
Hey…
“I’m sorry. I forgive you.
Thank you for not giving up on me.
Thank you- I love you.”
you…who is me
You’ll never fight alone anymore.
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Smile through all sorrows
Go placidly, don’t break
Look forward to tomorrow
The one you’re yet to make
Don’t worry of the darkness
For soon you’ll see it fades
Because it’s always darkest
Before the dawn breaks
But remember: tread lightly
Beware of shiny shards
For when dawn starts breaking
Skies shatter in parts
You’ll see the stars fading
Succumbing to the light
Then birds will start singing
In grief of the passing night…
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Let ashes smell like lavenders;
make silence look gorgeous.
For when this madness gets crazier,
even fate becomes dubious.
⌯
Behold…
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Sparkles and Poetry 