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Stealing Seconds of Eternity

[Before I return to take back the stolen eternity]

{It was never yours to keep away, I’m quite afraid}

[Perhaps I was too immodest for my dear adversary]

{Say it isn’t so, you were simply being oddly staid}

[I instruct, here’s how the evening shall transpire]

{I won’t keep any promises, but I’m fascinated so far}

[Listen to my candle pondering, don’t blow out the fire]

{I couldn’t fathom a consequential tenebris I’ve to war}

[Apologies, to me, felt like prickling stars under my skin]

{Infinitesimally glowing, yet you’re ashamed of constellations}

[And though I have but the sun to offer to my regretful kin]

{My mind is awed by the faintest glimmers of an oncoming dawn}

[I’ll cave, while you’re distracted by the illustrious sight]

{Never has thine cold moonstruck eyes experienced such a flare}

[And far too curious and enthralled to even regard your sleight]

{I aspire to discover this incandescence, I’m caught at unawares}

[I’ll do a whispery tiptoe behind your back and reach in quietly]

{I could barely feel a butterfly touch sweetly humming in my pocket}

[And finally have eternity for myself forever, to display in wondrous reverie.]

{Had you forsaken your diamond tears and asked nicely, I would have let you keep it.}

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Death is a Butterfly in a Mason Jar

For death is something

That cannot be caught in butterfly nets

And kept trapped in glass jars

Death cannot be locked by time alone

Its shadowy wings must flutter

Like ashes through smoke

And search for a breath to steal

As it cannot create its own, only pilfer

Death suckles on nectar tears

Sweet to its palate as it is bitter to mortals

Indulge in soft, exquisite decay

Within he lost garden of perennial grief

All before its delicate withering skin

Touches upon an unfortunate fragile falling chest

And suffocates it with gossamer light

Until ceases it to rise once more

Death is beauty and darkness intertwined

Like a balloon string entangled on a white rose stem

Or blood on a stained glass window

Not all can appreciate its grotesque sensibility

As they fear for their mortality

They simply fail to view past the thin veil

To reveal a nurturing, solitary entity

For death is lone, but it must never be lonely

A heart to bring, one soul to reap

For death must always carry one life

Before it takes away its own.

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Sans Voix

The tiny stitches

You’ve sewed into my lips

Won’t let me go

I can’t speak, I can’t speak

Flying freedom

I fathomed wrongly to have

Snatched tongue

Waywardness I seek, I seek

Of the only place

Where I am sound of mind

You’ve stifled it

Let me sleep, oh let me sleep

The single thing

That’s keeping me barely alive

You’ve hijacked

I couldn’t keep, I couldn’t keep

In melancholia

Drops of blood and respiration

And dried tears

I shan’t leak away, I shan’t leak

I vain escaping

The dark solace you have ruined

And once again

Against your poison, I’m weak, so weak…

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writ[er?]

it’s like

every time

i write,

i keep losing

a part of

myself

until all i’m

doing is

borrowing

and plaigarising

words from

other people’s

emotions.

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The Break-in

The bandit

Sneaks within

Your heart,

Steals everything

That’s yours

And all you love,

Leaves your

Soul in a

Ransacked

Chaos,

And worst of all,

He lets you

Live.

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Fragmented Soul

I said that with you, I would gladly share

But I didn’t state that I would simply give

What’s mine is mine, and both halves is fair

We’ve both equal amounts of a broken sieve

.

My fragile heart’s carefully laid inside a velvet-lined box

Not slapped rudely on a bare collection plate

So don’t you dare throw the chains and pick the locks

And snatch it for your mad experiments and to sedate

.

My motley soul is mine to solely control

So cease your petty thievery and sad affectations

Fragments of my crystal that you heartlessly stole

Because no one would offer your empty box any affections.

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