She still makes her mark
On these pages, a cast
Mending my broken heart
When it shattered like glass
Into pieces of puzzles
That just didn't fit
In the deep blue sea puddles
We couldn't admit
Though I melted like snow
In your summer sun smile
It's howling moon glow
Ne'er eclipsing denial
For you were the tune
To my violin strings
Rain drops to the bloom
Of my free phoenix wings
On peregrinations
To bring us together
New born consummations
To give you forever
Still you couldn't see
My mushroom cloud skies
Explode with a beauty
That rivaled your eyes
Or echo the sound
Of my metalcore chamber
Quaking the ground
With Vesuvian anger
To hell with the heavens
My goddess is here
What more divine presence
Than love did you fear
When you left me insane
From my star-trips in space
By warping my brain
With your black hole embrace
Where your face now condemned
To each moment I spend
On eternities penned
'Til I see you again
About the Creator
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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