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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I gaze beyond the silver winged heart of twinkling twilight, lost within metaphors in warm cashmere bows of midnight. Whilst lava lamps for lost souls f l i c k e r across a maze of melancholy, ghosts of past whispered surreal sagas through subtle mists~ silky snow that d r i z z l e s in the shape of crescent, slowly trails my moon-kissed skin. If only the stars of scarred silence spoke the voiceless truth raised from the arms of trauma~ not every glowing ray is destined to be your wish come true, I was sculptured in hailstones of burnt ice, and my ivory nails drowned in the color of your fire blood. I am the throned mistress of massacres, a walking black storm, that strikes onyx lightning upon pearlescent roads to hyacinth healing. For everything I touched became frost, when heavy clouds bled to paint the skyscape in citrine powder. Perhaps, there is no need of stretching your fingers in gratitude, as it shall soon abandon every lucky charm, like the death of poetry within inked pages of an accidental poet. Yet, I still see the unwritten verses in your dewy eyes~ unsung poetic confessions, written in diamond and rust; “you’re the poison I’m willing to take” Like how romeo died in the name of a forsaken tale told by the infatuated soul of his Juliet~ Cupid’s bow still is adorned with her love-struck tears that emanate unshed truth. So let, the alchemy of dreams concoct, a perfumed potion from black quartz rain, to ease this caricature lifetime of memories~ chasing sonnets contrived in sorcery, to seize the stories of misplaced prophecies. whilst hope is flying on paper wings of a dark horse carousel, where my past self was crystal-gazing, to see the crown carved from rhinestones of shattered glasses, piercing through my honey mane. But, this immortal heart will remain in a museum of Monet’s garden, where sorrowful serenades linger above thornless roses. For I am heaven and hell for you, in everlasting awakenings transcribed in turquoise topaz till tomorrow…
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