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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I forgive the stars sleeping in nothingness, too afraid to embrace eclipsed spheres….. In the midst of sweltering gloaming, I ascend, obscured and tarnished, like a tainted trinket lost in the tangerine haze. For I’ve long been burning from the coals of stigma~ stamping labels upon troubled torrents, using malignant metals, mirroring the fear within lichen eyes, consumed by ancient arrows of anguish~ from the era of Hercules and Midas. But if only they knew, there is no remedy for the jaded jewels that refuse to sparkle, for my purity remains unseen in growing darkness, oblivious to the liquid gold that flickers compassion, as they see not beyond their fractured vision. O distorted colors of the sun, I’m not your perplexed perspective; I breathe in hues of humanity, infused with luminous lavender. I’m not a Medusa siren luring you to serpentine rocks; I swim in chromatic, evanescent streams, brimming with blissful bioluminescence, illuminating my way under the midnight sky. I’m not the suffocating wintry winds freezing oxygen in your lungs. While it seems your tongue is silenced and tied to the twisted strings of broken instruments, I ink words of hope and empathy upon your cynical skin. I am more than the blind rage seeping in fury. I’m not a heartless harpy screeching into the emptiness~ drenched in despair, pushing boundaries to the ends of the earth. I am Atlas holding the world on his shoulders, I am the glistening stars aching to touch the silver ring around the jasmine moon. But life is like a helix fixated on unconscious bias, constantly critical of diverse dialects, watching me struggle to stand under the weight of pressure, knees buckling as your assumptions lacerate me, breaking me down, burying me in your ruthless riddles. I feel rumbling dirt beneath my bleeding feet. My sarcophagus is rising, built from your putrid ideals of me. Losing footing, I refuse to fall into the seething seas of sorrow. So remember, I was never the soulless monster hiding beneath your ignorant bed. But I am now the skeletons etched within the cataclysmic aftermath of your shallow misconceptions.
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