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He was a flower
and yes, it's cliché
but it is so for a reason
There's no better way to say-
that a person is lovely,
delicate, soft, sweet,
special but underappreciated
until they're gone.
and yes, it's cliché
but it is so for a reason
There's no better way to say-
that a person is lovely,
delicate, soft, sweet,
special but underappreciated
until they're gone.
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Midnight Air
The world freezes in the arms of Time,
As if holding its breath, waiting for something –
Anything – to happen before the morning bells chime,
But there is nothing except a distant cricket-song and my own breathing
I gaze into the sky, sprinkled with stars like fragmented glass,
Stretching into a world undisturbed by mankind;
And as my toes curl into damp grass,
I contemplate the angelic world overhead, undefined.
A star is born every time we dream –
The sky never holds the same constellations twice
For we evolve, causing the night to gleam
With wonders and hopes of paradise
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would a scientist call this joy
let the ashes fall to the ground;
in this wake we will build a stronger Rome,
with a pantheon like upturned palms.
the ocean roars, warns of
a storm to come, and we drag our boats
to the shore, not a second spilled on
idle chatter. let the waves explode,
because we have nothing to lose now
that our angels have fallen and our
demons ascended. God is hiding in
his bomb shelter.
i once built a chariot from the remains
of Dante's coffin, with wheels carved from
limestone desperation, but it could not
carry me further than the next gas station
where you waited to drag me back.
don't let the wings on my shoes
deceive you, i can be devilish, i am
Literature
Story Time
Where honey bees blend into sunsets
They sit in a crooked circle
Writing non-love poems
Writing stories
Writing the lives of the living they never knew
As documents or poems or journal entries
Encoded with flavors only the pen knows
And curiously
They pass those words down the line
They read
They think
And pass the papers back, then begin again
With a new dream, speckled with what they know now
Like nascent freckles in the wrinkles of a sun-worn face.
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I like this... the ending is so sad though 
(the last line in particular evokes sad feels that are just so sad)
(the last line in particular evokes sad feels that are just so sad)