lunaamaranthine
lunaamaranthine
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she is in the midst of a sepulchre where the dead flowers of hope have already wilted and withered.
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lunaamaranthine · 2 months ago
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This is a collection of poems which I have been writing in my journal for quite some time now. If the poetry inside my diary could only talk, I am sure they would scream your name with beautiful metaphors which best describe you, love.
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lunaamaranthine · 2 months ago
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&&. Writing As My Escape
I was once a lost soul, searching for the light
In the midst of chaos, I gave all of my might
‘Twixt the battle of my mind ‘n epitome,
the eternal light would still glisten ‘pon me
Hurled by strong winds whilst in a wander,
I hoped that I would be saved by another
But I knew right from the very start,
I needed me to become a stalwart
With a pen and a paper, I write my afflictions
‘Twas my jailbreak in the chain of dejections
Instead of hurting thyself with a sharp knife,
scribble words—the story of your own life
O’er my fallen essence, I strive to continue
Unarmed, I vanquished the war inside of me
No stains of blood in the midst of a milieu
for the only fluid that has spilled is her ink
I am a soldier, battling with loneliness
With writing, I have escaped madness
That’s how the power of scribbling works
I have achieved victory through my words
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