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Each night, a pearl comes.
The dark is an endless sea of stars,never before... so bright...
Another goes away.
Burning... Burning light...
fading into the day.
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MARCH
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Literature
Patchwork.
sunday.
I define my poetry as
an alphabet soup of
mediocre one-liners
gone cold.
monday.
My words brace to splatter
against the microwave walls
of some unfortunate skull.
tuesday.
My lips are chapping,
confessing yours
to some disembodied thing
that coaxes them calmly.
wednesday.
My stomach releases
the butterflies that occupied it
in the days we occupied each other.
thursday.
My name is
the softest word
in a sentence
I wasn’t meant to hear.
friday.
My eyes open
because today is a part
of my
cosmic blip.
saturday.
I define my poetry
as the leech
that bleeds me.
Literature
SWEET INNOCENCE
Sweet beauty we do praise your name
radiant as shines the day
it is innocence we lay the blame
of why your mind was swept away.
T'was Hamlet that you gave your heart
marriage, yes you did aspire
his words were spoken with such art
that it set your very soul to fire.
His father's death had sent him mad
and his heart became a mystery
his sickness made you very sad
your covenant now cannot be.
Polonius slain by Hamlet's sword
now fatherless you went insane
tears that ran, O how they poured
your cross to bear this wrenching pain.
In a quiet brook you chose to lay
whilst music danced upon thy breath
and there I know your spirit stays
for while
Literature
My universe
I looked at your face,
saw the moon on your lips
cool and shimmering like silk.
The sun shone through your eyes
beaming out warmth
and all the stars in the whole universe collided.
The Big Bang heard was just my heart beat
as I fell in love.
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