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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required T i m e stops for no one, as searing seconds swerve through seasonal squalls, thawing frost that sleeps upon the necks of onyx roses, where pain is etched in skeletal sins~ across pruned plumes, fleeting through amethyst air, merged in changing frequencies of wind and waves, carrying ballads of a bruised bluebird. But I have long known grief, and I’ve tasted the bittersweet cocktails of life and love. I am s i l e n c e, swirling amidst the wheels of dusk and dawn, like the unseen flares of blazing boulevards, for I am made from ashes of steel, strong to the eyes that see not beyond bleeding sighs. I waltz faster than my fears can grasp, the obsidian t e a r s of petals, leaving each abstract sunset sketched in acrylics on murky meadows, thriving with grieving geraniums. O beloved moon, I see lakes of Elysium through the chained windows of my tortured tower. I breathe against the crystalline concoctions composed from the ink of curved constellations, erasing kismet calligraphies, cluttered with chaotic conclusions, sailing toward an astrological sphere, where colors of love run free against the gravity of diabolical dust, designed on rings of rust. So let me save the twilight sage, before the last drop of wintry rage is no longer tamed by the treacherous tongue of fate, for I am armored against the demonic drumrolls, luring the splitting sea-surge to a bioluminescent shore where Lucifer’s footsteps linger, caressing the edges of snakeskin, mimicking merciless mantras of Medusa melodies, orchestrated in seething strings, oblivious to the t r u t h that I am more than a wounded warrior, dressed in whimsical wisterias. I’ve learned to let go of every faltering feather, that blinded me, pushing my patience into a labyrinth of tilted tulips, tainted with twisted tones and hues of hypocrisy. Remember, I am more than the splitting paranoia, running through corridors of uncertainty, I am flashlights in the monsoon sky~ emanating petrichor pastels upon nocturnal nightingales, singing without words, dreaming amidst trickling chords. ~ and this is the truth of trembling t i m e that halts not for the sleeping supernovas ~
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