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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required S t r e n g t h ~ a somersaulting sigil you wear in stillness, when the gold of ascending dawn kisses the skin of sleeping sand, when the skylark softly serenades serenity for the unseen, while I trace the running lifelines behind your magical masquerade, for you’ve long been a hyacinth healer ~ a poetic feeler, quick to paint smiles from the dripping sangria of sorrow, filling the air with mellifluous mantras, as you stand, lips tinged with salt, from thunderstruck drumbeats lost in the circus of l i f e, where kindness is labeled as manipulation, and empathy is dismissed like an empty sign of weakness… O silent warrior, hope-weaver, disguised as a jester, to speak the truth of tears, must the moon in your soul spin puns with riddled regrets, mimicking remorseful cracks of yesterday’s hiccups, perhaps it is beneath unmoving clouds that the crystalline gates of russet-warm eyes shall reveal the sun within spoken satire, for you’ve been a performer wearing wounds and pain, stitched with neon confetti ~ a magnetic sight for the spectators who refuse to feel the hymns within your heartbeat. They deserve not the voice of your erased story, for they are the seasonal errors, waltzing with the whimsical wind, carrying comical tales on crimson cartwheels, never in sync with the ache that burns amidst lyrical laughter… Tonight, I taste the liquefied lament and drown in the whistles ricocheting across the carnival of angst, where love rides the night like a fleeting feather, caught in the bleeding friction of a chaotic carousel ~ confusing hurt with harmony, masking melancholy with music, parading the forsaken, flaunting skills of acrobatics, consumed in ruling as the curer who calms the cyclones. But if only they knew the weeping of a harlequin, the diamond tears of a clown, perhaps then their compassion would thaw the ice claws on your regal crown, allowing you to rest your head upon cotton candy pillows, shaped in starry ribbons, as tender tunes of twilight become the lullaby that soothes the heavy horizon, eager to suffocate the dreamer who gives gracefully ~ walking on hellfire, listening to lies, no longer broken nor scarred, humble and loyal, as tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes, but the cloud remains the same, n u m b and h o l l ow ...
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