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Glass Slipper

Because baby, baby, you’re so crazy now
Looks like I’m not the only one now
And I could finally see the light
Oh, there’s a million stars tonight
A single one could save my life…

~*~

There’s a million glass slippers across the galaxy

Scintillating in quiet fervour, constellated reveries

In sizes that vary, from supernova explosions to dwarf suns

But I could point out the most distant and say it’s the one

The one that barely emits light, almost devoured by the darkness

Of the eventide firmament, a pale eternity of madness

Unremarkable in comparison to other astral entities that rage

Indigo skies blotched with abstract shades, while it burns a solemn beige

But that broken glass slipper is the one I will always adore

Every night, I gaze upon it while nescient eyes shall choose to ignore

There’s a million glass slippers scattered across this infinity

But I only have one, my dear Cinderella star, I know she fits me perfectly.

~*~

Red water leaves us
As we collide (Drella! Drella!)
Red water leaves us
And I just drive.

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the art of art

i am you

i’ll play a tune

to sing of sunny haze

and cloudy gloom

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you are me

you’ll write a sonnet

to speak of fireflies

and underground moments

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i am me

i’ll paint a picasso

depicting stained hearts

and abstracted souls

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you are you

you’ll orate a speech

declaiming of eloquence

and casual vernacular street

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we are we

and we will forever be

immoralised from art to poetry

faded all the way to infinity.

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Everyone’s A Critic

Oh, but mayhap I can’t always be

Delicate charcoal artwork strokes

I can also be a broken pencil lead

Crashed from furious hale evoked

Yet frankly, just who’s your canvas

To tear apart my painted landscape

Despite those noveaux starry nights

Being my only acrylic pastel escape

Oh, but mayhap I cannot always be

A louvre rendition you expect of me

Yet pray not be proud of your abstract

For such a madness might self-destruct.

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Both Sides of Polarity

Why won’t I try

To kiss the rain

I jump so high

To taste the pain

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I love to rage

Against the current

Towed tides with age

Sand so abhorrent

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I’m snow, I’m warmth

I’m dunes and hail

I’m love and harm

I’m burnt so pale

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Make me happy

I don’t really know

Change melancholy

Erratic rage it grows

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I’m down when I’m up

And up when I’m under

Change chemicals a lot

Emotions unstable like weather.

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Crimson Butterflies

Fluttering like liquid ruby, their exquisite fragile wings

A lace of glimmers as they rush along, weaving tales, spinning

Amongst the trail of stars and abstract purple fleur-de-lis

Not at all lost, but wandering; uncurious, but wondering

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These abstruse monarchial creatures set my soul in sole volition

When I’m torn between rebuilding hope and complete demolition

For who’d paint such a bold daring colour of danger and bloody ties

On the aesthetic likes of a delicate, innocent, little butterfly?

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Standing beneath the skies dominated by a void of deepest onyx

With only scarlet specks to lead me on a life to desecrate and fix

These kaleidoscope of crimson butterflies will surely set me apart

I can only hope that one of them chances to land in my heart.

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