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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Living in a realm where the air seems to be still as stone, invisible, like a ghost of a rose, translucent and frozen in time of ruthless seconds. My heart still keeps pacing to hear the flickering rays of your voice, flatlined and hushed beyond reach, whilst I’m here searching for serenity through sanguine serenades, woven meticulously to my soul, in unwavering waves from thousand seas away. What can I do to make you love me like I love you, must I steal the stars from its rightful skies, just so that I can please your eyes? Or should I hide behind these rhymeless phrases, where veiled vowels and nonchalant nouns within poetic punctuations pierce through this bleeding quill? Would it seem like these tunes have been tortured together to descend and tangle with tainted thorns? Tormented traps tied from an invincible inferno. But aren’t we breathing within binary codes constantly? surfing through the zigzags of repetitive numbers and acrobatic alphabets, vaporized amongst empty spaces where the universe unfolds parallel paradigms. Losing human connection in the deafening silence, while channelled tunnels carry wires through unassigned boards, falling on our intellectual swords, fingers tap against the cold keys, unable to feel the warmth behind words- misunderstood and misinterpreted as mountains eclipse the sun. So let me grieve over the unsung sonnets; maybe one-day I’ll meet my moon in a sphere of immutable melodies— forever calming these chaotic calligraphies.
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