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Brilliance filtering through windows of white
A smile grieving into echoes dashed by time
Green and gold and guilt granted
Exhaled much like murmured sighs
Down hallways with dark beginnings and cloudy conclusions
Shadows of beauty overrun by tongues and tears
Touching innocence with gloves of guile
Blown glass hefted by bloody fingers
Aqueous rain riled with wrath
Toil and hardship through shared cognitive cogs
Loam dusted in consummation and expectation
An ache for loss and love like light
Glow from afar…dying flames…ready embers
Blasted into shatters and sparks of sin
With whispers of hope hanging on gallows
An executioner capable of pulling three ropes with rage
Or false witness playing pittance for self-pity
Something sliding through outstretched fingers
Grasping golden threads in desperation
A bird you cannot cage and failed to free
Madness in mediate music for many maestros
Conduct or conclude the orchestra of omnipotence
Look into verity envisioning vindication
From revelation to realization I send you
With all my love as the wind at your back
…With me or without…
The smile I shattered before I saw you
As dark as sunspots, bright as solar flares; directly blinded
Looking at the sun…without knowing it was there
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It Hurts
When she sings She's off In her own world Her head Is a dancer Swaying As it desires Eyes closed, and Every note Perfectly sung Full of life You can tell She's lived I listen to her I see her I feel... Shattered My confidence And sense of self Erode What are they When compared To her own? I try my best And do what I love And feel secure Great In just who it is I am But then It all feels like nothing The moment I listen The moment I see Her I want to be Like her So, so, so badly My heart aches, because... I only feel Like a sad Stupid little girl And it hurts
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Easter Egg Haiku
Unkindness of murder Easter eggs without baskets Raven's crow loudly
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The Visitor
The night is dark and silent But I hear a faint scratching at my door I try to ignore it, hoping it will go away But it grows louder and more persistent I get up from my bed and walk towards the door I reach for the handle, but hesitate What if there is something out there Something evil and hungry Waiting for me to open the door And let it in I decide to look through the peephole Maybe it's just a stray cat or a raccoon But what I see makes me scream in fright A pair of red eyes staring back at me A twisted grin full of sharp yellow teeth A pale face covered in blood and scars It's not human, it's not animal It's something else It sees me too, and it laughs A horrible sound that chills my bones It speaks in a raspy voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard "Hello, my friend. I've been looking for you." It raises a clawed hand and slams it on the door The wood cracks and splinters It's trying to break in I run back to my bed and grab my phone I dial 911, but there is no
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