ice shards dangle~
each one a stalactite of silence
waiting to be shattered.
they don’t melt, just disappear,
a breath exhaled too soon,
a word swallowed before speech.
embers are the orphans of fire,
still murmuring in yellow tongues,
still dreaming of ash.
they remember heat
but have forgotten how to burn.
embers remember the weight of flame,
ice shards dream of drowning in it.
the world pauses,
stuck between the sharpness of cold
and heat’s hunger,
both stubborn, unyielding.
I've given myself some ideal times to reckon.
My musings meander for no apparent reason
I don't settle what to predict on the challenge.
Where I'm being idling within the lucid adage,
Notwithstanding, it is thus somewhere out there.
With his pensiveness perfectly elsewhere,
It's likely the case that this would be creedal.
Suspicions, then again, may as well tweedle.
It is helpful to inquire over evoking glints pitch.
That could only hit the one to maul his switch.
My surmise is this is a direct result of reality.
You're adding a snide view on my apparency.
From the edges of your lowly litters' haven,
It's vital to grasp I would instead foil this beckon.
Written: January 12, 2022
Sharpness of your eyes
Scan every dream of my heart
You know the future
And I have to revise
I just fallow you
You do the change
I know there is no limit of sky
Your love dream is immortal
Love never die feel in to eyes
I am asking to my lonely life
When you meet with divine day
Life never speak anything
I know nothing is decisive
You are viewing dream
I am working to fulfill
My addiction about your goddess beauty
Indicated on the height of sky
She feels the sharpness of his accusations,
trembles and shakes with every strike,
injustice corruption beneath her frustrations,
a short noose around her neck too tight.
Trembles and shakes with every strike,
malevolent attacks engulfed in his offense,
a short noose around her neck too tight,
contradictions of fear living in suspense.
Malevolent attacks engulfed in his offense,
injustice corruption beneath her frustrations,
contradictions of fear living in suspense,
she feels the sharpness of his accusations.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 17, 2016
It happened when my sister was first born,
A sensational feeling came to heart.
The sense of protection as a fresh storm,
Her essence giving love from the start.
A bond was formed that day that won't let out,
She will be loved forever without doubt.
The swish of her hair gives me such a pride,
Even as she grows into a young bride,
She'll always be a baby in my eyes.
I love her this is the undying truth,
And this piercing protection is my proof.
Needle spinosity into my spine; whimper - whine, dine.
Bluntness on top of cattle heads, humans must be fed.
Spikelet tack - cork. Sage stuffing, serve with pork dead.
Hedgehogs and porcupines - sharp hairs, sharp quills.
Adam's-needle, blood drops drop. Axes - blood spills.
Chevaux-de-frise; comb a peg-tooth harrow.
Watch flights of the Spring-tooth sparrow.
Canine teeth bite the black birds, absurd.
Featheredge ones pull out,
Sharp teeth under a snout.
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