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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the heart feels the weight of unvoiced verses, as the verdant embers of Venus follow the frozen warmth and the permafrost flickers of persimmon and cinnamon, like poetry slipping through tortured time, I stand at the cusp of withering wishes, like the silver of Luna phasing above the lamented lighthouse, cemented with mistrust, embedded with uncertainties, afraid of the crashing crystals cradling my claustrophobic psyche… O silent scribblers, scrolling through words of woe, forgive my impulsive ink. I’ve long been a runner, fleeing familiar fickleness, exhausted and drained in the midst of melancholy that lingers across forlorn pages, like coldness amidst a summer breeze, like darkness dwelling in the driftwood dust of dawning dreams and rising roses, rinsed with regrets of musky musings. I race through miles of solitude, chasing nirvana, escaping the shackles of black-thorn springs, where breathing seems like a miscalculated step to misery and interrogation... I am a misread flame, entwined with forgotten footfalls, reveling in solitude, where sonnets of love and elegies of sorrow no longer pierce my soul, like rusted steel. I drown in syllables of zen, alone but not lonely, silent but not silenced, anchored in the aesthetics of self-love and serenity, hypothesized by the hesitant galaxies, as if I am the conceited constellation that wanes when storms stir my senses. But I refuse to pull the stars into the hellish arms of vagueness, so this is me saving you from sweltering soliloquies while homing fragments of lucidity on my own astral avenue…
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