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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required But wherever you are, I no longer want to be: for you are thunderstruck moonlight, and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron, melting into the myth that floats forever, within silenced dunes of scorpion stones, where the cryptic coldness of sand feels like~ Cupid’s daggers piercing through my aching skin and bones. Frost-kissed vines wrap around my wintry heart, screaming for a sacred release from the tethered torment of satanic sapphires, breathing within the haunted caves of unending nightmares ~ and the twilight that wanes behind flatlined promises. Tonight, I feel like arrows of angst, ricocheting within these woeful walls of my melancholic mausoleum, mirroring the heat of a burning breeze ~ like an epitaph lost in the sweltering air. The clover of golden green glimmers, like fireflies around my wrists, luring distant ravens, croaking above paralyzed dreams, to untangle the crooked lines of lies, crawling within clouds of comfort, oblivious to Lilith’s serpent slithering around my fragile feet in slow cadence, pushing me to the darker dusks drawn above the prying valley of putrid prunes, where these wistful musings will remain as mere voiceless ashes, cremated in vain, with flames of forgotten folktales echoing as faded music within a glass urn. So, if tomorrow I’m gone, remember me ~ I still breathe silver snippets of hope, a frozen quiescence, etched in seven arcs of stardust, longing to be anywhere but here. Perhaps as the last verse of your poem, or could I be the lone rose, forever thriving in the galactic gardens of love, where hate and greed, tangled in jinxed jewels, dissolve into nothingness ~ like rusted ribbons of the crestfallen lunar. I hope lilacs and lavenders will bloom in hypnotic hues, to calm raging rivers flowing within the arctic arteries of a dark poet, longing for a home away from hellish hands, so I can serenade songs of survival and rhapsodies of resilience, while watching every tear I’ve shed crystallize into pearls and diamonds, like born-again stars in violet skies.
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