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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To shivering seas mirroring cracked crystals, I am searching for a righteous rhyme, to orchestrate eclipsed realms with blue orchids and plum blossoms, singing sunflower symphonies of blooming poetry, wishing darkness would be a distant memory. If only I could change the tunes of diabolical dialects, and swipe away twisted tendrils, veiling your vision from embracing the colors of nature that unfold diamond dreams. Perhaps, then the vicious voices echoing within your mind, would turn into a chorus of euphonious euphoria. But I’m still standing at the cusp of withering muteness, staring at the same sun and moon, watching wildflower wishes marinate in the aftermath of paralyzed insignificance. For I can read the unspoken tales of tainted tears, like suppressed reflections of scriptures untold~ floating beneath honey-glazed smiles, as hope has long been a featherless lie, wrapped in false promises of golden sunsets that seems like a cynical tactic, to drown healing heartbeats in demonic drumrolls. Today, as the light fades, I slowly caress the raining truth, wishing I could change bitter breezes, and seed periwinkle dreams with perfumed prose. Perhaps then the sky would unravel an eternal garden of amethyst butterflies, where mental health illness is nothing but a familiar myth; folklore woven in fragmented negligence. Although I’ve seen too many hearts grieving, tethered to scattered ashes of emotional impurities, pondering if life is meant to be a meaningless marathon, with no perfect finishing line, as you run, merely content, and breathless, lingering within shadowed shackles of society, seeking a reason to exist, without illusive masquerades, where stars are seen crooning chaos of reality in cold refrains. Tomorrow, when I’m gone, away from this nebulous albatross, remember my displaced dialogues, these are words of a dreamer, dressed in dainty daffodils, wishing for ivory specks of clemency~ to rise above the nefarious imagery, painted artfully by the heinous hands of calamities. In every sickness, there’s a remedy, and health does reveal roseate revelations, kinetically swerving through hydrated hymns of peace lilies, engraved as shimmering serenity within one’s soul and mind.
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