September 2011
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Slow
There is not always a beginning, but there will always be an end
to the questions that arise from the fallen dust of our lives,
filling a hole that dwells inside of a once lively chest,
evolving into mud after being drenched
by the salted sorrows of a wounded me
Through glassy eyes, I see a sign that reads:
Danger: Is there a cure for being sick of everything?
Slowly stepping forward &...
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the-black-rainbow asked: Hi there! About that cho-ku-rei in your finger... Is that a tattoo or did you just drew it?
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I hear falling in love is one of the best feelings ever.
Why would anyone want to experience something like that just once?
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Evolution
Plagued with a constant wanting for melancholia
(for its eloquence is humble & majestically inviting)
after evolving through an unkind era & a sea of nostalgia
(the endless mysteries illustrate the definition of exciting)
Giving thanks to the light that has traveled so far
—lightyears & lightyears to brighten my dark
The only way to see what our future holds
is by looking...
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Sleep
This twilight proves marvelous
as moonbeams light these eyes
whilst looking heavenward towards our shadowing sky
I close my sight’s doors, I see no more
Goodbye, goodbye
This sound defeat through which dreams are daintily revealed
shyly, willingly
passing through this delicate realm where real is no longer real
bravely, gallantly
they appear holding secret truths in their pale...
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Our Water
These things we feel,
you & I;
waterfalls & oceans & lakes
& the drops of rain awaiting their demise
—unparalleled proof that we are alive
unveiled in my eyes,
& in your eyes
Their secret being that
you are the only reason why you cry
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Geography
The shadow of the mountains
lonely silhouettes
wearing their happiness
on every peak
They descend & plateau
Just like me & you
& all the people we know
We see the quality
of our geography
written in the
Earth
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My Dream
There is a dream that visits my mind’s palace
(recurring, always familiar)
claiming to be a prince;
my dream, my prince
I wake up at sunrise
& with sad eyes,
I am unable to capture any trace of reality.
I want to go back to you,
my dream, my prince
You’ll never be real,
but inside my palace you exist.
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