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Darling, your laughter on a cold day
reminds me of the medicine
my mother used to give me
when my fever was 102 and rising;
it's bitter and acrid
but it works on me anyway.
And you, you dazzling succubus,
you beautiful disappointment,
there's no time for love
when you're in repose,
pushing up daisies
in the barren fields of Asphodel,
but that's no reason to not try.
You, dear, are a mystery that will never be solved,
a lock with no key, a point of no return.
I am in no state to be addicted to the idea of your love,
but you find your way into my daydreams,
and make them come true.
The past is fossilized in your amber eyes,
the way to your heart is surrounded
by a storm that will never pass.
And I will never be able to brave
the tempest within you,
But in this moment,
pain has never felt more beautiful.
reminds me of the medicine
my mother used to give me
when my fever was 102 and rising;
it's bitter and acrid
but it works on me anyway.
And you, you dazzling succubus,
you beautiful disappointment,
there's no time for love
when you're in repose,
pushing up daisies
in the barren fields of Asphodel,
but that's no reason to not try.
You, dear, are a mystery that will never be solved,
a lock with no key, a point of no return.
I am in no state to be addicted to the idea of your love,
but you find your way into my daydreams,
and make them come true.
The past is fossilized in your amber eyes,
the way to your heart is surrounded
by a storm that will never pass.
And I will never be able to brave
the tempest within you,
But in this moment,
pain has never felt more beautiful.
Literature
Wildflower
You are the most beautiful
And kind person I can come to be beside
You are the wildflower under the winter cold
And I am the snow you brighten by your nearness
I would love you with all my soul
If only my soul would obey
Then love me with your form
Freeze my petals with your touch
Arrest a youthful desperation inside my stem
With the rapture only you provide
You are the snow on a silent twilight
And I am the wildflower you suffocate with soulless lust
I would love you with all my soul
If only your soul would hear me
And see tears from burning eyes?
See broken towers which held their hopes and dreams
Fall in the sea of cry
Literature
You Are
I am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
Literature
Lost
Nothing seems to be working
I've never been so lost
My thoughts now confused, ever so distant
I do not pay attention to things
My life has changed so much since it happened
Leave to understand what happens, do not understand a thing
Not even understand what has happened to me
I lose myself thinking, not only the past but also the future
My friends do not understand, do not realize what I perceive
Do not understand, do not see
The output is try to forget what happened
Try to forget that one day we were together
Forget about everything
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Taking a break from the '100 Most Beautiful Words in English' project cuz I like this title better.
I couldn't think of anything new to write, and technically I still haven't. I had a ton of unused lines scribbled on pieces of paper, saved to the Notes on my iPod, and typed and saved onto my Sta.sh. Instead of thinking of something new to write, I took from all these different sources and squashed it into one long poem, since I was obviously never going to use it otherwise. For the most part, it was just copy/pasting, with the exception of a few tweaks to make it flow.
And I came out with this. I'm actually quite proud of it. More proud than I've ever been of a poem in a while. But tell me what you think, I feel this is a lot different from what I usually write. PLEASE CRITIQUE IF YOU CAN this is probably the last deviation I can request critiques on cuz my premium's running out.
Enjoy!
I couldn't think of anything new to write, and technically I still haven't. I had a ton of unused lines scribbled on pieces of paper, saved to the Notes on my iPod, and typed and saved onto my Sta.sh. Instead of thinking of something new to write, I took from all these different sources and squashed it into one long poem, since I was obviously never going to use it otherwise. For the most part, it was just copy/pasting, with the exception of a few tweaks to make it flow.
And I came out with this. I'm actually quite proud of it. More proud than I've ever been of a poem in a while. But tell me what you think, I feel this is a lot different from what I usually write. PLEASE CRITIQUE IF YOU CAN this is probably the last deviation I can request critiques on cuz my premium's running out.
Enjoy!
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This is lovely! I love the variety of words and how just well wordy it is... hehehe