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No matter how shaded
The light may seem
I would not have traded
For another’s dream
This life is mine
And mine alone
I trace the line
Around my clone
They have the time
To feel my pain
Is it a crime
To have something to gain
I pass on my fear
As nothing at all
But what I hold dear
Will bring about my fall
I’m no longer afraid
Of having more to bear
The price I paid
Is secret, I swear
Only but a few
Will ever know
What I've been through
And why I need to go
The light may seem
I would not have traded
For another’s dream
This life is mine
And mine alone
I trace the line
Around my clone
They have the time
To feel my pain
Is it a crime
To have something to gain
I pass on my fear
As nothing at all
But what I hold dear
Will bring about my fall
I’m no longer afraid
Of having more to bear
The price I paid
Is secret, I swear
Only but a few
Will ever know
What I've been through
And why I need to go
Literature
Who are you?
"Who are you?"
said the Caterpillar.
"Who are you?"
But how could she answer?
The identity of a person is not so
easily known, and one has to think very hard
before one can say with certainty.
She could be a beautiful winged horse whose flesh
glows with the golden, incandescent dust of fairies, her
mane a sugary concoction of pinks and blues with streaks of
black and green whilst her tail is a brazen red that would shock the senses of
even the wildest of flames.
Or perhaps she could be a jellyfish that carves paths through
the darkest and lightest of waters, the bell shape of her body
as large as her blue skirts and her trailin
Literature
dreamer
by all the gods,
is she lovely—
the sweetest lullaby i have ever heard.
and her fingertips soothe this raging nightmare
which roars inside, a decaying dragon
that one too many knights have slain.
if i could worship at her feet i would.
alas,
her temple is guarded by pale clouds and
a witch's moonlight; only ravens
may find their way into her tower
and break her chains with a featherweight kiss.
i do not feel her embrace every time the darkness whispers.
no, it is only when the ice in my veins
burns hotter than the sun and my voice is lost
in the supernova that hides itself behind a black hole.
it is only then that she is there,
Literature
Astral Romance
Pure flow and afterglow
The lights between hearts
I am but a star
But you are blue fire
You ink into the swirl
Turning black to blaze
I gaze, amazed
Your eyes shine so much brighter
There is no purest glimmer
Nor thought to contain
I cannot stay
So please save a piece of me
It'll thrum with my voice
And you will know my choice
I'll show you
Don't fade just yet
I hold two possibilities
I lie when I can't see
My heart breaks
Collect the light before it goes
Remember me as I was then
Back through the time-stream
I won't remain
So stay with me under this doom
Love is so frail in vogue
And less so in a vacuum
But I love you
So engrave it in
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