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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes, reflections from my mirror, recall when I slumbered at nature's nadir, as naysayers whispered in whiskey breaths. Bewildered, I wandered in the wilderness, until the mercy of verse reversed the curse. Poetry you've always been the legacy of my heritage, a shimmering nimbus, where my words reside by petals, but if this was my last poem, it would be the death of an alchemist's magic. There would be no potion to persecute my pain, bleeding ink of wounds would have no quill mistress. Yet, I yearn to leave evidence of my existence, but my narration is not as lucid as black pigment upon white pages, because poetic colours have their own stories. I'm tired from hiding behind idioms, where metaphors drip in liquid lies, veiled within tracing lines of heartbreak. Whilst sleeping under cherry blossom trees, I look back upon my life wondering what purpose summons us, as I've lost all faith in strange dreams coming true. I've grown up surrounded by the scent of sorrow, forsaken in seasonal spheres of fragility, masticating upon mourning morsels, adorning garlands of grief soaked in rainfall, plundering like the tears of Earth, but even when confusion composed its cruelty, I fought back to rise, each time I fell. There has always been pressure from the heavyweight of darkness, where I screamed songs of desperation, as lamenting lyrics resembled emotions of a falling star. When the breeze blew away the confetti of my stardust, my heart remained like unblossomed florets - so I became my own poetic gardener and planted my own blooms. Sins of humanity plague me into a withering leaf, turning invisible, softly settling in sinister silence. I search for a Godforsaken garden, where my hands can heal fruitless soil. Poetry, nobody feels like you, yet, it's you I sacrifice, before my heart clasps, as the soul sinks in ideologies of faith and fate. I can't justify shadows with excuses from expression, I'm letting go of bitter reflections from photographs. as it's time to heal the scars from my bloody hands. Wishing to remain quenched, but drenched in love, so fate can prepare a grave for my sorrows. I can't waste time wondering if I'll be remembered, so, I wave goodbye, floating away like a feather, executing the articulation of my senses.
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