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testing hot water

oh, he’s so edgy

as a blunt blade

and with a sneer

have you unmade

oh, she’s so sharp

as chiseled stones

and with her drop

shatter your bones

oh, they’re so angry

and preciously proud

i should be scared but

who’s laughing now?

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The Tale of Vega and Lyra

“Quand on a pas ce que l’on aime, il faut aimer ce que l’on a.”

“When one doesn’t have the things that one loves, one must love what one has.”

~*~

I am, most inarguably, the brightest star among our constellated cluster

My incandescence and radiance rendering those beside me quite lacklustre

But all my kerfuffled pride seemed to fall and my skill seemed to diminish

As I peered further than I ought to and found you, surging me with a zealous finish

.

I attempted to elevate myself, to glow brighter than several masses of exploding stars

Perhaps I was jubilant of your thoughts, or perhaps I wish to have been noticed

But despite my gradient brightness, you’ve never picked me up under your radar

As I tired of this game and my lucent forms gradually simmered to a conserved niche

.

Yes; though my recalescent rays have never succeeded to pierce your distant, algid core

I’ll still keep on burning, I’ll keep conflagrating ardently with the splendour of a million suns

Though the unborn future will surely come where I’m surpassed by a star brighter more

Fait accompli, there’ll always be a resonating echo in space when I was the most candescent one.

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spoke[n.]

victims

of a witch

liplocked

with a

slow jinx

like lemonade

hearts

on a nickel

store’s stand

it’s too hot.

.

don’t laugh

at how absurd

it all feels

as i hanged,

faltering by the

edge, fulcrum

taking hold

of every sense

of each word

from a fall

kill the sunlight.

.

the apartment

doors are

closing, but

i’ll hold

the knob ajar

and cover

the peephole

against intruding

eyes and

hushed tones

i’ll warmly wait for soon.

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★ are warm ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

coffee cup sitting

restlessly on a corner

as radio waves are

blaring overplayed hits

the air is as languid

as the children inside

torpor due to excess

sweltering heat

mornings are spent

praying on beads

of sweat and melting

like the ice cubes

left on the pavement

immersed in water

waiting on rain cycle

to make its welcome

rare statements

a can of soda under

a red striped umbrella

the poolside bar and

sunburnt cameras

hear the sounds of

warm weather, of

another summer

in california.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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