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His love breaks the dark

A child of Fe, with wide-bright eyes

Opening arms to every soul he gave his light

Mistooking need for love

Letting everyone in

Even the ones who came with knives for hands

Hoping warmth would make things right

He found himself beneath the noise

The cracks ran deep into his soul

He simply tired

Of starving himself to feed ghosts

Now Fi like embers gently burned

Not seeking mirrors

Not begging lights

Only stillness

He found the difference between

Connection and dependency

Between being kind and being consumed

When they left

They always left

That's the reality's heft

That he buried himself in it

Now he drinks alone

From a cup that has his name on it

Trust only those who sit beside his silence

Without trying to fill it

Not cold

Just wise to what he lacked

Not everyone deserves

The version of you that forgets itself

Now he left the ghosts of his past behind

He walks through shadows and in them

He found the peace of his mind

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In the depth where shadows weave

A place where light dares not to cleave

And cannot reach its cold and dark floor

A silence thick..a heavy weight

Where time itself may hesitate

No stars to guide..no moon to rise

Just endless black beneath the skies

Where shadows creep and silence guards the secret deep

The ocean's depth..a world of night

A place where your voice fade

And light can never pierce the shade

The deep is cool..the dark is wide

Yet in the dark a truth may rise

When something calls you from inside

A shimmer..soft..a world unknown

Where golden rays through water shone

Not bound by sight..nor seen by eyes

For even here..beneath the gloom

A heart may find its hidden room

For the last day of my life,i think i will go see the light

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Woke up on a howling sound

Looking at the peephole

I see him over and over

Playing under the moon till 3 am

Running and jumping in a dark fields

Laughting as he climbs up the limbs of trees

Trying to catch butterflies and bees

Behind the layers of his soul

He's a little falling angel

Or more like a sealed ghoul

Scratching his bloody neck

Yelling and screaming in loneliness

Like an autistic who felt that he could never express

Blind judgment is thrown about this room

He's not a monster i need to hide from

Im sick of playing with him chess

Im here just to give a confess

The questions in his eyes

The anger in his lips

I hear accusations

I hear jeers

I hear him getting lost for a number of years

I know your days are cold

And your cards all fold

Trapped in this vessel

Your doubt never ceased

And the anxiety increased

How reckless you become

Adding to the chaos

Guilt,hurt and shame

Now i have found it

So im gonna put a sound to it

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The big blue

Looking at the enegmatic surface

Looking at the blurryface

Is it just the view?

Or to find something new?

Then i just got the clue

To end the question accrue

To run from the mist and the dew

To raise the sail of my ship

To start the endless trip

No compass just following Polaris

No light just following my heart

For the sake of starting to restart

Before everything fall apart

Gathering my scattered thoughts

Strengthing up my grip

To control the ship

Before it start to flip

To find my voice

To make a braver choice

No more pain..No more tears

No more trembling from fears

Im not the same

After replacing hurt and shame

Now i can laugh

And move in my path

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The tree of life

A seed journey start

Expanding through the great mother heart

Driven by the pure desire to advance

Craved to see the light

In an arcane land

Gloomy and affright

Surrounded by the dark shadows in the night

Absorbed by parasitic plants

Etiolation..lethargy..lateness and death

An awakening caused by the wrath

The urge to not make bloodbaths

And to break the cycle fulled of sociopaths

By splitting into halves

By growing to touch the sky

By leaving it all behind

Year after year

The leaves started to fall off the tree

After getting blind by the wind

And that's how the seed journey ends

Was it the wind's fault?

Or they were just leaves?