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afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.

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“When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.”

— Alexander den Heijer

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POETRY IN ME

&

As I shut my windows,

I could feel the grieving poetry inside me,

Shaded in gold

And lemonade tears.

&

As I left each breath

I could feel the words rip apart

From my throat

And take a slice 

From my soul.

I could feel it itching to be stitched,

Stitched as pretty as a shadowed rainbow,

Lurking outside the shelter

Flushing into magic pots

And wizard's bones.

I water it,

Every breath,

Deepening roots & flourishing flowers,

Sprouting from my lungs,

Engulfing the grief

Into nature's bliss.

And I pen them down

Ink flowing through my veins

As I stare at the glowing trees & silent seas.

A silent cry

Growling from my head.

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90 SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT

As the night bell swings

Shaking the primose

In my dreams,

Ninety seconds 

Prior midnight

As I feel my organs

 Pack right in.

You put your

 Finest shoes on,

And I shade 

My eyes in light.

Tonight as the bell rings

We're gonna nuke 

Each other up

And watch the

Earth fold in half.

Ripping my guts all of,

But O, with you

I would burn and die

And do it all 

A millionth time.

&

As they press the button,

Green light 

Emits life.

As it takes away mine 

to the ripper

That awaited 

with a supper.

Lay your head

 on my chest

And feel the bell 

stop in way.

Ninety seconds

 past midnight.

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His Belladonna

He calls me his dark,

But dark with a moon.

He likes to hear me sing

Till his ears bleed apart.

He lives & cries for me,

As I die in his sunshade.

Lemonade circles shadowed,

My corpse filled in utter bellow.

Feed me belladonna,

Three or four of them

And light the fifth one

In his shade of life. 

Listen to the poison

Fill my organs

And kiss each corner,

Spitting the venom.

O, my man was utter blue,

His heart filled in none of love,

His strange weather swallowed me

And filled me in full of tragedy,

As I run rivers and hearth,

His breath figure washed my earth.

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MOON BLOOD & GOLDEN FLOOD

Blue sand painted in moon blood,

Tears sink

Diluting the blood

Into an endless stream.

Half the moon

Had his heart

At the noon

By the past.

The rest

Laid with me,

Along the stream.

It woke,

The golden flood took the clock,

Affixing golden threads

Along the stream,

Alluring the dead souls

And the moist butterflies.

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Sing me to the moon & lose me there.

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STAPLER

Staple the red hearts

And wrench it apart.

Smile,

As it bleeds

from the crater.

Refill the wires

And punch more holes

And watch

As the sin filled blood

Seeps into my lungs.

Covered in heavy breath,

Patch some holes-

Not all,

And then as organs pass,

Punch it all again.

Green, blue, red and yellow,

All the colors

That bellow,

Carve it all

Till I suffice

And rip my heart

And throw it apart.

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OWNER OF THE PUPPET

Whose puppet is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though.

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,

I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her puppet a shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The puppet is tiny wood and deep,

But she has promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep.

Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in her head,

She eats her jam with lots of bread.

Ready for the day ahead.

(PS: the puppet here symbolizes the hardships and rays ot sadness we come across in life.)

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GOLDEN FLOOD

Lost in the woods of vermillion shades,

The bark of trees and leaves cascade,

A wind brawling with my hair,

As if to call me there.

Fruits of different shades,

Hidden deep in the shadows,

Tempting me to explore,

What lies beneath the floor.

The call of the wild,

The whisper of the breeze,

The rustling of the leaves,

Lost in the midst of these.

I feel a sense of peace,

As I wander through the woods,

The birds singing their song,

The sun a golden flood.

Lost in the woods of vermillion shades,

The bark of trees and leaves cascade,

A wind brawling with my hair,

As if to call me there.

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Magical mountain

A single, slim flower eats

Whilst watching the bowl.

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THE LAST PETAL

&

As I stood there,

Leaning to the

warmth of the

summer air,

&

As the windows

Closed and open,

It fell,

The last breath,

The dawn to dusk,

displayed in a heathery hush.

It fell in an airy gaze

Patting the soil

as it settles in,

Covering the dark

With its purple shade,

Disposed among the worms,

Singing its way

Through the night

Till the rise

As an ample sample

For us seekers. (humans)

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VELVET NIGHTS

Velvet nights

Covered my eyes

In red.

For I never saw

the bugs and flies,

The flowers that arise,

The vines that lie

Behind my gable.

I never saw the girl that came

To look in the mirror

And then fly

As the dawn

Sets upon.

For I missed her the most,

Dearer than the vilots

And the greenlit climate.

I did miss the veil worn bride,

Stripping them down

As autumn brawls

And putting it back

As the spring knocks.

She had a treasured hatred

Towards the winter tho'.

For it hid her behind it's meltings

Ruining the daily

Sirens of life she screamed upon.

But I had found zest

In this mist

Of blindness.

I could hear

your honey breath

Covering my ears

As you whisper the melody

The sun does to the moon

&

I do whisper back some,

A song that the night

Recite to the day

As it meets

during the dawn.

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CRAVE MY HEART

Why does the moon 

crave your heart 

but not mine.

Do I not burn enough

To suffice the moon waters

And the marshy rocks.

Should I light a torch

&

 wander the scourges,

Eat the hemlock

And the fouls,

Pour the acid

On my soul

And smile at the mirror

As it sours.

Or

Maybe I should lay 

Down there 

In the green blades

And the vermillion shades,

And smile wide

As the sun rises

between the froze

And the flows.