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I Dream Poetry

Stay steady and silently still, 
Let me adore what your eyes do to my shivering quill, 
I am led astray between my walls and your words, 
Blinded by a cloud of these butterfly birds, 
The weight of my vocabulary seem to have lost it’s gravity, 
Relearning how to talk as I dream poetry, 
Shall I be an ornament, anonymous to your broken heart? 
As mine shifts in it’s grave hiding the pulverized parts, 
I can glaze my skin in all the sonnets and balladry, 
Let the sweetness of your tears drench me in melodious melancholy, 
I do not deny the searing sea you long to purge, 
Nor do I belong to the grief you submerge,
I am simply a fire set by your golden rays, 
And we are but mere fools trying to outrun our own mazes.

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Vampire

Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact.

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Broken Instrument

What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart, 
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet, 
Can the torture of your empty moon paint a slithering promise, 
Far across into my deep colorless dreamscape of dahlias, 
Your dry eyed apologies took me to a mortal with no reflection, 
As you hide behind your short lived excuses and homed cruel intentions, 
Like a fool I was to believe that a rose could bloom in the peeks of winter, 
While broken instruments illustrated a weak illusion, 
Shame, These knees you held with such tender affection, 
Poured our tales into my abstract dreams, 
How you wandered into my eyes casting a waning crescent, 
Hoping the fragrant of a swine won’t clear my sight, 
I’ve stood by the hills, where it steeps down your hell, 
Perhaps the burdens you trust and love are the saint in your spells, 
Claiming clarity for a chaos that have you deeply compelled.

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Wilted Summer Smiles

weary 
Deep in warm wine 
Outshining russet moon 
Glazed in the glow of honey glass 
Gold breeze

Drifting
Along the flood 
Of wilted summer smiles, 
While my sky sings in the fall of
Silence

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Bewitched Basements

Let me be the first 
 to have the audacity to translate, 
This piece of mystery molded 
         in a magical meadow of mistakes,
The reckless subject, there,
      just standing still like a landscape of order,
Disfiguring a flow of ridged ribbons 
       in shapes of unheard names,
Carelessly manipulating my optical
    constructors to articulate promises 
                             from paper wings,
Bewitched by the light warm 
    slash of sun laid upon the raging tides
                             within trembling silence,
How far charms can go to seduce their 
              way into a destructive satisfaction,
Might it'd been too kind to dry brush 
            around the edges of your shadows,
When the basement of your 
        intentions homed disturbing dreams,
Hunting for the tremors from 
    freezing nightmares that pray to 
    bury my ocean and all it's devotion,
Where do the ones who 
     seek the sins of lost words hide?
While half of the living cling 
      onto the drifting light, 
This shrewd figure that clasps on 
    the thousand synonyms of shallow tears,
Whisking a bath of blades for 
    my pane of glass that hold scads of scars,
 The pace of time, travels differently 
   when I try to captivate you through my sketches,
I am told by the tones of my pencil, 
      that your armor shields a menacing maniac,
Too cowardly to battle for your own persistence, 
    So hold on to what's left of your timid thoughts, 
                          Sadly strength has long evaded you.

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Spaced out thoughts

Emptiness seems paler, 
Within the wind and the movements, 
Echoes begin to creep in, 
Without a beat, beyond the warnings, 
The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs, 
Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time, 
Colors are only a delicacy for monsters, 
And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors, 
Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds, 
Convinced, maybe this time! 
It’s only right, 
The stars can be kind, 
At times the sky speaks in tears, 
While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears, 
Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms, 
I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones, 
Resist to insist for joy, 
Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy, 
I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride, 
My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe, 
One day I hope I doze off and find some ease, 
For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.

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Lawyer

Licensed to right the wrong
Look past loopholes of lies 
Lure rivals to confess
Listen to untold facts
Lend voice for the silent
Language, their pearl armor
Lawful knights, dressed in black

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Well

I sit and wonder ,, 
     Why must I ? 
         What have I? 
Yet , ever will I? 
    Well……..!

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I Dunno

Motionless as time fleets, 
finding a purpose to grow, 
sewn my heart tight,
for too long,

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Enlightened

Said this a million mountains away from you that I am the ambiguous aunt you never knew.