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Apheriam Villafioza Poem
Brush Strokes
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The canvas of fate,
Wind strokes of the brush create a straight.
The vibrant hues blend seamlessly strait,
Each stroke represents a chapter of my state.
An empty canvas representing my soul.
Full of dark void and hole.
Hues of the future dole,
Sudden colors I've never seen before began to appear on the palete as a whole.
Stopped at my tracks,
Gazing at the vibrant palette of plaques.
With every gentle stroke of the brush attacks,
It revealed an art that I never knew I had within me as it attracts.
The colors danced and intertwined.
The once-empty canvas of my life became refined.
Each stroke of the hue is a design.
Combined with my void strokes, the vibrant strokes unwind.
The small dot of the black canvas,
Full of opportunities at that blackness.
You held that brush of my life, anxious.
You made my life full of vibrant hues at that empty canvas.
Now, it's nothing but a canvas full of beauty.
My solace and my duty.
You transformed the void canvas of my life coolly.
It's now more than just a void; it's fruity.
I found the right color for my life.
With every swift, gentle stroke applied,
Another wave of happiness overwhelms the canvas arrive.
Oh, my solace of hues in delight.
Please hold the brush and add more colors to my life.
You are the vibrant hues of the once-empty canvas. You held the brush and colored my empty life with delight.
Thank you for holding that brush.
Copyright © Apheriam Villafioza | Year Posted 2024
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Apheriam Villafioza Poem
Inner Sanctum
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In this darkness of pain,
All I can see is you in my domain.
You are the luminescence that I attain.
My territory that I gained.
A story full of nothing but vain.
In this sanctuary of stars, you are the guiding light in my fame.
You are the constellation that illuminates my name.
Together, we navigate the celestial plane, our love burning bright like a cosmic flame.
In this sanctuary of stars, you are my eternal claim.
Going after you eternally is my aim.
Your presence brings me joy, like a celestial game.
I'll chase after you, my lotus, never feeling any shame.
Our love will transcend time and space, forever staying the same.
My very sanctuary in this story, so lame.
In this vast expanse of the universe, our connection remains untamed.
Like shooting stars, we leave a trail of love that cannot be tamed.
Together, we create a symphony of constellations, forever intertwined and acclaimed.
We are one stars that shine brightly in the night sky, guiding lost souls with our eternal flame.
Written among the galaxies to explain.
A tale that will never fade or be tamed.
I will always be with you, my tale.
Copyright © Apheriam Villafioza | Year Posted 2024
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Apheriam Villafioza Poem
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Sing the songs of an angel.
Luminous blinding light at night.
Perpetual faith consumes the sight.
The woes of a crying child.
Pains my ears every night.
Slaughtered heart.
Venomous blood.
All I knew was pain.
Trusting my gut.
Begging for help.
Yet the pains are kept.
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Copyright © Apheriam Villafioza | Year Posted 2024
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Apheriam Villafioza Poem
Solace of Rest
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Glass shattered, sanctuary reaching the broken pieces of the wounded.
Gazing stars of mockingbirds sought and were surrounded.
The other side of the sphere and couldn't touch one another were excluded.
Disappeared without a trace; only a fragment of the sanctuary remained.
City of Stars mocks the whole universe with light.
Inflated and heated the sight.
Gapping the eternal hourglass was accompanied by a shattered night.
Hope flicked the eyes of Sanctuary, finding solace in sight.
Fate brought solace and sanctuary together.
The sphere cannot exist without the other.
Upper cannot exist without Nether.
That means they have to be with each other.
Simply existing is a natural phenomenon of the sphere.
Destiny is different. It is solace's fear.
Destiny has numerous things going on, but Destiny will always interfere.
For Destiny's fate is to be with Solace here.
The two sides of the sphere meet.
The sphere is complete.
One found its solace, leaving darkness of defeat.
They felt complete.
Copyright © Apheriam Villafioza | Year Posted 2024
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