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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somewhere between fallen flares of an untouchable phoenix~ and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons, I feel the amethyst embers of longing illuminate rambling roses that mourn within my hibiscus heart. O beloved Love, I long to be your tulip twilight adorned with unfading mauve haze, where green-gold scribbles of sunset erase interlaced flaws, to harbor blue-black mists twirling above tides of tainted topaz… and I will thrive amidst storms of insecurities, as the Swarovski Horse of Poseidon, crystallized in resilient silver, gleaming in glowing grace, beyond dews of darkness, shifting the aroma of pomegranate’s kiss. There, peonies of peace feast upon decadent delicacies in the barren garden ~ flourishing with jilted jasmines. I wonder, will these metaphors woven across my canvas in perfumed ink, speak the songs of my splintered spirit? For the moon no longer sings the melody of my soul, and I refuse to choreograph a diabolical dance for resentful ravens, collecting twigs from tortured trees, as the crescent smile wanes into neon nothingness. Yet while the witching hour beckons skeletal remnants to rise as celestial ashes, I go insane, lose my incandescent light that glistens in opalescent hues, leaving my quill to suffocate in solitude, unable to grasp the musical muse, to stitch sorrowful sonnets with seething synonyms. O stringed sapphires sailing above the meadow of melancholy, forgive this coffin curse ~ it holds carvings of a corpse bride, aching to be seen beyond the kohl shawl~ cloaking the frost-glazed silhouette, weeping woeful elegies while slumbering in the amorous arms of Orpheus, for in your absence, I cannot breathe, and sleep screams like a long-forgotten miracle, needing an oracle to alchemize a soothing potion… So lay me down in a bed of deep daffodils and thorns, watch me plead for merciful rain, to free obsidian tears of terror, while my psyche bleeds grammatical mistakes. I am forever trapped in tremors of agony, unable to reopen galactic gates of euphoric escape, so tonight I’ll let the torrents of torment embrace inked insanity…
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