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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I surf through the crooning crests of warm, blue waters, breathing poetry and prose, carved in topaz and turquoise, for I am the goddess of the bittersweet estuary, crowned with foamy salt and sea glass, intoxicated by inked sapphires and solitude. This quill longs for silence and serenity, where the scarred streaks of sunsets cannot burn the edges of my cerulean canvas, adorned with holographic heartbeats. In this marked territory, there is no oasis for toxic urchins, and the masquerading silhouette of the manipulative muse can never steal the metered soul of multicolored metaphors, floating in sequence of conch-shell cadence, as I wear an aquatic armor, glazed in sparkling scales, erasing remorseful rhymes drenched in repressed rhapsodies. But why does it feel like I’ve written all these in redundant refrains? Perhaps life is an odyssey anchored to boundless boundaries, sailing in repetitive rhythm, reluctant to allow hypocritical skies to invade and engulf thin lines of self-love ruffling along moon-wrapped ripples. The ignorant eyes may place labels and state that I am sadness, speaking melancholy and madness, yet I am everything they know not: the brightest shade of lilacs and amethysts, dwelling in driftwood isolation, weaving chronicles of healing mantras in cursive fluidity of diamond tears, as this is my crystal cyan castle, detached in the solitary lagoon of calcified promises, seeking comfort through the tainted forest of the tidal waves, tasting solace amidst anemic currents. In this lyrical loneliness, I thrive, twirling to the tunes of my own reveries, sheltered and engrossed in free-flowing scars laced in cynical radiance, far from conniving tales of an apocalyptic ambience. I choose to swim alone with eclipsed shadows roaming the abyss of the twilight zone, where no strings of trickery can lure me to an island of misleading flora and fauna, blooming like devious daffodils from Narcissus’s seeds of hatred. I’ll be the voice of Sedna, guiding the faded glows of garnet gravels. I have no desire to chase fleeting gold draped around the aching river of sakura blossoms and milky quartz, for my ink does not long to seize what soars above this marine meadow of lunar-glazed phrases. So I shall remain content in my sweet sanctuary of blissful stillness, composing songs of survival and clarity in timeless resilience.
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