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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once upon a time, when juliet was a jewel of psychedelic phrases ~ steering rubies of romance to distant shores, where sapphire seafoam had never kissed the silence of sands ~ there blossomed an ode, lingering beneath cocktail chandeliers, scripting a tragedy where the calligrapher of fate lost his embellished quill of ' f o r e v e r s ' I was born to witness the violins of fall ~ when lovers became nothing more than two dragon fruit diamonds, drifting apart as destiny drives constellations in castaway. They say, with fingers stretching across the ivory-iris spheres of midnight sky, and apple-tart sunsets condensed through ~ we whirl in celestial chambers mirroring magic, like apricot amulets of angels... but what if, every seraph is a scar wrapped in blinking blemishes of stars ~ bleeding raspberry tears across rhymeless riots, soaking the blank canvas of promises...? Those egoistic emeralds that deceived me by backstabbing the innocence, harvested in my heart ~ while hiding their macabre musings in own cocoon of marble-cut conspiracies, threaded with vivacious vines... pardon my aggressive aromas, which may leave raven-rose fingerprints ~ upon the tattooed tyranny of your demons, for, this one throne to rule them all hasn't been enough to erase the omen from their opalescent lens of life... Perhaps, I am a secret laid bare, which only the sorceress of sun could conceal, in the womb of honeysuckle light, as ~ a wizard is not a puppeteer, polished in gold neither he seeks for those raindrops of revenge which can engrave my unloved initials as a 'beauty of bloodstones'... I cannot be Asteria, diving in the divine seas of silver elves ~ dreaming of a moment when preachers of rhapsody would ride on cashmere feathers of Pegasus, like an oasis in the desert of cacophony... and I have been forbidden by even the worshippers of woes to imprint my pulsations with timeless trails of poisonous peonies ~ and mourn the demise of doves, breathing in me... "She is a paradise, poised with pearls, releasing the last scent of a forlorn lullaby, trapped as torment, in orchards of hate ~ as the zenith petal of pain, finally f a l l s ferrying and floating upon pistachio meadows, where vulnerability waltzes in kiwi moon-wings and peace is found within platinum walls of one's watercolor psyche..."
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