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" Tortured metaphors spilling from tequila lips, t i p t o e on my pulse ~ breaking in an arced smile of the featherless eclipse, where I waltz as a secluded steel-shine, sobered s o f t l y by the taste of satanic stars..." I'm the loss of a leaf from gold-dew aspens, rippling upon turquoise typewriters, where drunk fingertips dance. Turning to ashes, my heart m e l t s as a metallic grenade, and no philosopher's stone ever reverberating in its silver-winged silence. Seeking shelter from smoldering seas, I curl up in the womb of a guardian willow ~ she's a weeping angel of n e v e r l a n d, with an ornamented garland of guns and roses, enveloping me in the corpse of sunset. Plunging from diamond cobwebs into isles of champagne, like a dynamite dove bloodthirsty for sun, I l u r k along reefs studded with rhinestones, unfurling – lotus manuscripts as poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l, snorkeling in an obsidian oasis. I miss being a purple-whisper prophecy, threaded in fractured letters, for now, my ink b l e e d s in the marrow of moon, where an alchemy is lost and found... In the chronicles of carnelian clemency and supernova sorcery, I've seen arctic assonances hibernating in the throats of those, holding lethal jewels as a nightingale's neon noose. So, if my soul is an opal widow of your thistle-light affection, a verse romanticised will be my crystal coffin, and in the caricatures of kohl and karma, our silent soliloquy shall delicately be shifted. Surfing in the splitting s i n s of a salty saviour, this whiskey damsel shall evermore remain a scentless phrase, scrapped by pencilled brush-strokes, i n v i s i b l e in our paper-cut destiny...

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Date: 10/12/2024 9:01:00 PM
Hi Hiya, when reading your poems, I always wonder of it is written by Empress. There is so much similarity between your styles. Both of you are twin stars who appeared in poetry soup's firmament almost at the same time. It is a pleasure having you back at the site after an interim break. Your metaphors are breathtaking though I don't understand half of them. In your poems, I see....."poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l, snorkeling in an obsidian oasis. ....." Dear Hiya, hats off for your amazing talent !
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Date: 10/2/2024 4:36:00 AM
How lovely to see you back dear Hiya. You were missed. Your poem of such beautiful lines with lovely alliteration has an ethereal quality, juxtaposing delicate imagery with a sense of intangible longing, evoking the sensation of being trapped in something beautiful but unattainable, like a memory crystallized in fragile glass. Hugs
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Date: 10/2/2024 12:37:00 AM
It is good to have a guardian to protect you from the various dangers this world concocts. This is a splendid poem and my belated congratulations on your win.
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Date: 9/29/2024 2:37:00 PM
Satanic stars I found really gripping. Your metaphors are all beautiful. I know a few others who write this way here. Are you all sisters? And congrats too on your win.
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Date: 8/24/2024 9:43:00 AM
I miss to read from you so I came here and found this exquisite masterpiece. Congratulations on your win! I loved it a lot and enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs
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Date: 8/22/2024 10:07:00 AM
Wonderful!! So many mesmerizing lines. Congratulations!!
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Date: 8/8/2024 7:06:00 AM
Congratulations on your winning work. I am delighted to see it on the winners' list. Way to go..Sara K
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Date: 8/8/2024 4:21:00 AM
Dear hiya, its good to see you here and writing for my contest too, and where do i begin praising this! Its got all the metaphors woven in a seamless manner and lucky are you to be curled up in the womb of a guardian willow that protects you amidst all the sorcery and wickedness of the world, despite missing the innocence and carefree days and light that did exist, i especially felt “ I've seen arctic assonances hibernating in the throats of those, holding lethal jewel” a moving poem and your use of poetic techniques here is impressive! One that enhances the mood. Congratulations on your win
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Date: 8/5/2024 7:35:00 PM
A beautiful poem. It's sad to have loss but hopeful it will be refound. I enjoy these Images.
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Date: 8/3/2024 7:53:00 AM
Great! So nice to read you dear lovely Hiya :-) Have a wonderful day ~ AA
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Date: 7/27/2024 2:08:00 PM
Yay you are back Hiya!! I have missed you and your sweetness and of course your incredible poetry!! Stay a while if you can lovely Hiya!! Debx
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Date: 7/27/2024 11:15:00 AM
Welcome back Hiya, so nice to see you here... As always your poem presents a great detail of metaphoric and symbolic imagery that evokes a sense of emotional and existential turbulence.. so much emotions in this one... Have a look at your title though, I believe you need to add a word after, I miss.... I like lines like such as "tortured metaphors spilling from tequila lips" and "arctic assonances hibernating in the throats." These images create a surreal, almost dreamlike atmosphere, blending elements of nature, celestial bodies, and human emotion... I think Ink will love this one..
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Date: 7/27/2024 9:35:00 AM
I miss... Hiya's awesome poetry. You and inky write like twin sisters. Nice to have you back here. I know insta offers more followers and likes but we have our charms. Well, some of us anyway
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Date: 7/27/2024 10:39:00 AM
Awwn dear Tom, I'm so glad to be back and receiving your amazing kindness, once again. I didn't become absent from here because of insta, in fact I have just occasionally started posting there. Actually I was sailing thru waves of competitive exams one after the other and now finally, I am starting my college life in August ~ you see, a series of transitions haha.. truly missed being here and this place has its own charm indeed, much more fascinating than instagram. It's difficult to find people who really appreciate a person's poetry and I've found such souls here, including you, so I have sincerely missed you all :) ~ Hope you are doing well!

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