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My Empathetic Quill Bleed For the Empress Ink

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.

As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.

Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas

Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.

The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.

Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.

So we must be louder.

Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.

Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.

We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!

Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.

Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.

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Desolate Dynasty

Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise,  
A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table.  
Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors.  
The calligraphy carries echoes of triumphant battles,  
Vividly etched in ink.  

A revered legacy is forgotten in decades of decay,  
Its inked glory fading into disarray.  
Reminiscing of bygone days when youth was a sturdy partner at my behest,  
Now weathered crimson dahlias adorn the windowsills  
Of a desolate dynasty,  
As the last petal falls.  
Echoes of faded footsteps can be heard within the empty halls of waste.  

What remains is a golden crown with sanguine marquise  
Resting heavily upon an exile’s head.  
How do I conquer the bloodstained fear trickling within the fractals,  
Reflecting off the scorching sun that swallows flames,  
Swirling around the ashen pyre  
Of the poetic corpses I’ve slain for validation?  

An inquisition paints a vicious vermilion  
Within the sobbing stained glass.  
The once-perfect porcelain flesh of our legacy is flayed,  
Surrounded by the whispers of forgotten souls.  
Cobwebs drape over shattered dreams,  
As beams of light punctuate looming shadows.  

Concealed beneath cold stone lies the family crypt,  
Patiently awaiting its reluctant visitor,  
Beckoning the exalt through clandestine corridors.  
Within the hushed chamber of undying slumber,  
He recalls the tragic tale.  

Before him stand his beloved wife and children,  
Forever ensnared in the clutches of eternal sleep.  
Echoes of the past replay like eerie shadows,  
Retelling the grim chronicle of their demise.  
His envious, wrathful younger brother succumbed  
To the greed of his own ambition.  

In the darkness hour of that dreadful night, the dagger-wielding usurper  
Plunged their existence into oblivion,  
Casting spirits of suppressed speeches to weep  
Within wailing walls.  
Now I am the cerulean dusk of the gloaming,  
A burnt-out waxen ivory,  
The candle before their tombstone.

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Cosmic in Her Gaze

The whirlpool stars of the Milky Way appeared when she was feeling grey.
Mother-of-pearl constellations shimmered across her skin in the candlelight.
Saturn’s red rings spiraled wildly at her climax—
A solar flare unleashed in breathless surrender.
Turquoise desire bled into solemn greys,
And those greys married verdant dreams, swirling in slow motion.
To gaze at her was to weightless drift in a heavenly sky,
A vacation from this unforgiving world.
Her allure was all-encompassing, enchanted and unique,
Spiraling me into a pheromone-induced high
Each time she glided by like moonlight on water.
She was a celestial mesh of chaos and charm
Unreachable, until the universe paused and she murmured, stay.

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Ignited By Deception

The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on. 

He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined in a thorny thicket.

He has been haunted and bewildered since his introduction to her in a smoky speakeasy.

She was a siren shadow amongst strangers of the night, whispering his name in the breeze, intoxicating his psyche with a tempestuous flame.

She entangled him in a perilous dance, playing a game of chance.

Their encounters were like unbridled wildfires. She captivated him, consuming his soul with her potent allure. He felt engulfed, delicate as a feather in a storm, swept away by her force.

However he was a moth enticed by a relentless flame, she incinerated his dreams and made him feel hopeless. In the end, he succumbed to the hounds of disassociated reality. 

His story concluded in tragedy, leaving his loved ones cries to echo through the empty streets of a heartless city.

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Signs of Autumn

pine cones drop like tears
from a weeping willow's bough
autumn's gentle grief

burnt orange cake spread
on the bottom of our shoes
amber hues take hold

gales of wind gust strong
over beds of crimson rust
uncovering seeds

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Moonlight on Meadows

you dismantled my 
   wisteria-covered walls,
unraveling my defenses 
      like frayed silk...
my nights are now 
    painted with your kisses
soft as twilight spilling 
       across an oasis
          in an Arabian desert...

I am lost in the 
   reminiscence of your rays~
   the taste of sunbeams
  sweet yet sharp citrus 
       tantalizing my tongue ...
the warmth lingering
long after the moonlight 
   on meadows that have faded...

but beneath this bliss
breathe a 
    lagoon of lemonade lies
where truth dissolves
    in the tang of deceit
    in the form of a mirage

as the veil slips
    my exposed heart~
now  bearing the 
  embroidery of your poetry
subtly sewn in 
  demure damask hues~
feels each word
   as a poking plunge 
         of the needle
weaving through 
   the fabric of my being
binding me to 
  the memories we’ve created...

yet with every stitch,
I wonder if I am adorned 
     or undone~
whether this beautiful façade
Is a gift
    or a curse,
f o r e v e r
 trapped in 
this poisonous paradise...

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Disarmament of a Shield-maiden

A clenching of our hands,  
A clinging of our bands.  
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,  
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.  

Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,  
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,  
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.  
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,  
Disarming that body metal.  

Steel-clad discarded,  
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.  
Lifting you off your feet,  
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—  
The nectar of vanilla.  

Lay back as I extract  
Bridled years of frustration.  
Call me your salvation,  
Made anew,  
Basking in the afterglow of you.

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Behind the Veil of Smiles

Veiled smiles conceal a multitude of unseen woes~
inner turmoil, tear-stained cheeks,     and layers of distress all masquerade behind a mask of joy.

However, gleaming eyes, gilded and glistening, 
expose the truth that heartache’s hurricanes can not contain.

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Through Hail and Harmony

steal your thunder? 
    never. 
         i’d rather weather the storm with you, 
               holding hands through the hail. 
         cocooned by a love so rare, 
    i’m proud to be your equal, 
             your shelter, 
                 your fellow poet 
                      stitching stanzas in the sky

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Creeping Chaos

    A leaf, curled and crimson, 
        bends beneath branches, 
            burdened by cold and creeping chaos.