

Prelude to DescentTo fade into abiguity is my history I am nothing, a simple breeze which gently strokes your cold cheek those unmoved eyes stare ahead, ignoring me, leaving mePrelude to Descent
Fingertips of ice periodically forgoing warmth though my boiling blood embraces your shuddering fingers quietly those shudders become motionless as your last warm breath escapes
Sitting in a pool of crimson love the stone surrounds it, letting not a drop escape hatred wells up within my now empty soul, suddenly I hear the wind whispers to me a secret that paralyzes my heart, never to be moved again
The man I once


My eyes, the wise and blindFor those who sought wisdom I forever saw a visage of redemption, which was a mere mirage the sins of many buried inside my living, breathing, shuttering soul I walk on with my weighted memories I walk on making footprints in the earth, tainted in red Unhealthy life I lead into my own hell I craft that which is my soul's shell and it is ugly, hideously deformed, never to be loved.My eyes, the wise and blind
I throw upon the cinders of my dying flame and the object which I throw consists of emotions and a simple pride easily forgotten morals I'll never need. Never will I regret the past for my futu


Habitual LoveHabitual Love
Some sweet smile soothes me nearer innocently clear, that smile draws me closer I become, yet, that alluring face seems to dissipate presence so vast, commanding my mind at once, her face, her smile, seems to fade into a different shade.
Through those trite eyes, my reflection shown, upside down my heart is torn repeatedly, distastefully by that sight down my throat, drowning drones deeply, desperately seeking escape from starving storms raging in my mind I knew I shouldn't, demons possessed me, so I say, shout, shreik, so I lie.
That form she took, that li


The Lake and The MoonThe weeping moon flies low tonight her silhouette sees through me a hue of blue shades her light my surface, obscured as it should be.The Lake and The Moon
We touched, we kissed she danced across my surface with bliss our melancholy songs harmonize into a duet fit for our next rise we part as she walks her destined course.
Our struggle to remain one continuously foiled by the sun bathed in daylight upon my crest I weep shimmering tears of loneliness reflecting off my azure surface.
Another night comes at an awfully slow speed Then, when my rippling body
and gahh! I cannot tell you how MUCH I love your latest piece. your writings always make this simple mind of mine really reflect on deep stuff/complicated life-related things that I would normally be too blissfully ignorant to even consider.
I'm looking forward to your next 'spur of the moment inspiration.'
you never disappoint.
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HI. PENGUINS CAN FLY.
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I'm running in the opposite direction in life.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue (sort of),
Bunnies are cute,
And I miss youuuu!
Yes, you are completely in awe of my wonderful poetry skills.
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-Don't live for anyone but yourself.
Lolololol.
<3
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-Don't live for anyone but yourself.
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I'm running in the opposite direction in life.
I've tagged you in my journal
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HI. PENGUINS CAN FLY.
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I'm running in the opposite direction in life.
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