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Is it a fire, that burns inside your belly?

Is it flames you feel burning in your chest?

Is it embers you feel splintering inside you,

Excessive heat you struggle to repress.

Or maybe it is the bricks that make up your mental fortress,

Maybe it is the rubble you came from, that comprises your skin.

Maybe it is your cold, jeweled heart

A pristine impenetrable treasure to win.

Or still;

Could it be the rivulets running down your dewy wet cheeks,

Could it be the fathomlessly deep oceans your eyes reflect.

Could it be the stormy rage you harbor,

Your attempt to break away, and insurrect.

Even as your whit whips tiny fissures inside your mind,

Even as your gusty temper howls in the depths of your essence,

Even as your breath pushes past trembling lips,

Tiny gasps, filled with lost innocence.

Your wondrous creation is lost on those who cannot see with their souls.

-WhisperBubbles

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When you see me walk past,

You see the clothes that I wear.

You see the face I've painted on,

The smile I slip into,

And the expression I bare.

You see what I present to you,

The misleading cover of a voluptuous book.

Enough for you to move on, passing me by without a second look.

But if you happen to peer more closely,

tempted by my yellowed pages, hiding behind the thick aged binding......

If you happen to wonder at the story, with a simple title branding,

If you feel the urge to gently thumb through my weathered sheets, and partake of its lore.....

I only ask you leave me a little less damaged, than those who came before.

-WhisperBubbles

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Sparks To Wildfire

twine your fingers through mine, and bring your tender lips near let me gently whisper against them, all those sweet nothings, you love and need to hear lean your perfect figure into me, and let the heat build in that closed space let our bodies melt together, our hearts beating rapidly, as we lean in for that sweet taste and as our tongues dance to the music, that beats within our entwined souls we can feel the pressure mounting, no where to go, times ticking the clock is counting i look to you, for that sweet escape the key to my salvation those smoldering eyes lean closer in igniting the flames within me, bringing promises of sin-sation hands tangled in my hair, your warm breath against my ear sending chills down my spine making me lose my mind this feeling, oh what is this? addicted to your intoxicating kiss this heat is killing me, i just cant comprehend the hold you have on me, i’ll never understand im burning alive with this desire, your flaming love sets me on fire im too far gone, i’ve lost all control im spiraling down with this burning soul #WhisperBubbles

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Gemini

Suspended in that dark void I know so well, I felt a presence stir the air I tentitively called out in the empty expanse, Who's there? Though still dark and clad in shadow, a vague aparrition did appear. But my question was left unanswered, a reply my ears did not hear. Who are you? I called again. Beseeching this strange visitor But again I receive no reply, and instead it moved closer But really, it didn't move. But rather melted from the dark As if it's what, the being was compounded of, though it's eyes shown bright and in contrast stark. Do I know you? I asked, taking a step in advance. The being simply stopped and stood silently, waiting for me to cross the shadowy expanse. It's eyes seemed to light up, to shine, as I steadily drew nearer. Though it was apparent this creature wasn't human, I still lacked any precautionary fear. It was almost as if, the closer my feet carried me: The more familiar the figure seemed. So familiar, the thought erupted effortlessly. Do I know you? I asked hesitantly, taking my last step foward. And peered quizzically at the figure, I had been walking towards. She (for though emaciated it was indeed), gazed steadily upon me from her equal height, And allowed me the time to form my own conclusions, to name what stood before me in sight. My body froze, refusing to even draw breath. For the apparition I could see now clearly, No, the REFLECTION, Was none other, than me. But instead of my healthy flesh, her skin was taught, leathery and black. In fact, the only thing remaining un-effected, was her eyes. My eyes. Wholly intact. But where as her gaze drew mine, I could never ignore: the horrid portruding of ribs and cheek bones, and the lack of garments she wore. Her eyes sat deep, sunken in that withered face, her hips pointy and arms long and rail thin. This desiccated body, was well past famine. What happened to you? I cried, tears bursting and threatening to fall. Reaching out my quaking hand, to cradle her bony jaw What happened to us? Tears stream down my face, no longer able to hide. Her parched lips parted, and her first words uttered: "you stopped. I withered, and died". What did I stop? I wailed, enveloped in mourning for the ghostly corpse before my eyes. Her voice answered devoidedly, "you simply stopped believing. In others, in yourself. And instead your own lies." She reached foward, with two rough mummified hands, and took my face between them, lifting it to meet her eyes searching demands. "You stopped beleiving, you stopped fighting. And inside I withered and died. I slowly starved, as you denied my existence, and saved yourself to live in the world outside." "You replaced me, living for others, and forgot about this soul. You locked me away in your times of need, and left me to pay the toll." "I'm sorry, so sorry" I sobbed into those hands. I stood ashamed, weak and broken. "You should be" she whispered. "But it's about time you are re-awoken" "Re-kindle me, and feed me your ambition. Like twin phonixs, we will rise from the ashes, and together face life, With new found conviction." With that she brought her corpse lips up, and gently touched them to my face. She lifted me like a helpless infant, and cradled me in a tender embrace. The tears streamed freely now, my body convulsing in violent sobs. And my screams were lost in the void, as my pounding heart painfully throbbed. I woke to find her form missing, but her presence far from gone. The other half of my soul, now permitted to live on. Like yin and yang, Like black and white, A Gemini soul is divided. And it's only in, Our darkest times, Our sibling surfaces and we are united. For two halves make one whole, And both Gemini twins, one soul

-WhisperBubbles

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Alone In A Crowded Room

room filled with people, lively music in the air, watch the children run and play, and the family with their affairs

see the people laughing together, and memories being made, the world is so busy around you,

but inside you feel yourself fade.

the big crowds remind you, just how small and singular you remain the cackling laughter acts as a reminder, that you are not amongst those entertained.

and inside you tell yourself, "i'm just feeling a little rough" while that lonliness quietly eats at you until denial just isn't enough.

you let it consume you, until the pain overcomes the numb, and then you sit in your silence, with your heavy head hung.

and you'll sit there, with the tears quietly falling down your face, while you ask yourself what you're doing wrong, and overthinking the life decisions you retrace.

but you won't find an answer, and instead you'll finally fall asleep. hoping that tommorow, your loneliness won't be quite as deep.

-WhisperBubbles

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Souls as Currency

I hover between what is real, and what is not.

My mind seems trapped, forever lost in hauntingly deep thought

For once in my life, I just wish to be

A creature of perfect, simplicity

But instead I choose to thrive, on a diet full of secrets

The shadows bring depth to their words, as i lay listening to their hopes and regrets.

It's a morbid fascination, collecting the story of souls.

Such a taxing interest, looking for those.

You offer pieces of yourself, in exchange for precious gifts

Never remembering to watch that soul of yours, as the balance slowly shifts.

What happens when you trade to much, and all that's left inside,

Is a myriad of other people's essences'? And none left of your own to hide.

Do you become someone new? Or merely act as before?

Or maybe this is why I find myself, withering ever more.

-WhisperBubbles

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A Tempest Soul

Watch the lightning, spiderweb, across the midnight sky. The hairs on your arm stand on end, and beg for you to fly.

The rolling clouds call your name, and the crackling energy in the breeze, you can feel the reigns on your humanity, slowly start to ease.

The steady increase of your heart beat, the blood rushing to your head, the feeling swelling in your chest, that hurts, aches and begs.

To run and jump, to dance and writhe, to leap and bound and howl

To let the chaos inside you loose, hungry,and on the prowl.

To feel the rain run down your body, in knowing, teasing, intimacy

To scream and have the thunder answer its booming resonancy.

Lose yourself in your true nature, run with the clouds, and spin with the wind

Fall with the droplets, and leap with the lightning, and cry to the sky.

revel in that freedom, in which no mortal may ever take or tame.

For when the storm calls, you answer.

For you hold within you a tempest soul, and storm born is your name.

-WhisperBubbles

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Pain, The Undying Witch

Does it bubble up inside? Or slowly seethe within

Does it cower down below, And only strike now and then?

Does it hide silently: allowing just enough time to forget?

Is it then it rears it’s ugly head, And cast out its dark net?

Does its cold grip reach for your hidden thoughts, far beneath for what’s inside?

Does its numbing fingers tug and pull, at all the darkest things you try to hide?

You wear your mail of thorns, but to your brethren, we will always know

That the wound inside us, however deep, we fight to never show.

For the numbing cold gives us strength, and the pain a comfortable friend

For we have all danced with that cold broad, time and time again.

When no one’s there to help you in your deepest darkest night

She sings her sweet lullaby, and shows you a different light

In the darkness we find ourselves, while she cradles us in pain

Our minds slip from their shackles, and are free to roam and reign

There are no lies in the harsh rapture we feel, but Instead a truth untold

For this bright world is rather dreary and really very cold.

The one constant thing in life she is, pain, that cold bitch.

So come my fellow siblings, rejoice under the rule of our undying witch.

-WhisperBubbles

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The Lunar Children

The crow caws his song softly, and the owl coos her response, while the moon hovers full, and it's ghostly glow taunts.

It shimmer and shines, and plays in the dark, it calls to its creatures, and lays down its mark.

Once you've tasted the moon, and seen the nights sweet face, once you've been welcomed, to that silent safe space

The darkness is home, and silence your lullaby, we all are welcome here:

For the moon is our alibi.

She sings and she cradles, and she calls to her own, surrender to her, where your heart is known.

For in the dark, is where you belong, with the the rest of her children, joined in the silences sweet song.

-WhisperBubbles

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The Rains Serenade

I stand looking up at the rain,

whith rivluts running down my body in a small stream.

I let the water claim me as its own,

while inside I silently scream.

Old freinds the rain and i are,

my soul belonging to her,

but tonight theres somthing different;

the rain has lost its strange allure.

The mist around me offers its gentle embrace,

and the damp ground tickles my toes,

but for once their isnt solace,

in the rains subtle woes.

Maybe it is I who has changed,

and caged this mournful soul of mine,

and the rain is just waiting,

waiting for me and giving me time.

Time to mend my fractured self,

Time to collect the peices on the ground,

Time to take a good look at my reflection,

And contemplate what I have found.

She waits for me there,

In that space that time and reality does not exist.

She waits for my soul to quiet, to ease, to settle:

for me to halt my stubborn resist

For the pitter pattering around me,

the glistening liquid crystals I see,

No matter how introverted i may be,

The Rain knows me, And i know She.

For the breeze is cold and chilling,

And its droplets harsh and stinging,

I find myself really missing,

The Rains soulfull singing

-WhisperBubbles

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