London    1999 -    
There is a hidden beauty within us all
As well as an external truth.
The trick for a happy life
Is an equal balance of the two
There is a hidden beauty within us all
As well as an external truth.
The trick for a happy life
Is an equal balance of the two
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T A
3 days ago

Once, twice, three times too many.
Sounds and shapes controlling the contrary.
Darkness, blackened abyssal, all of the above- Tricks and deception-
the leaving of love.
Lusting after loosing;
To find courage after fear..
Wishing and wanting those who once were dear.
Of course you'll find
your heart in pieces,
Not just one's two's or threes.
You'll find that a soul simply shatters
in a muted ambiguity.

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T A
4 days ago

"But no."
The Sun said to the Sea.
"We cannot be close,
You cannot accept me."

"Why?!"
The Sea simply roared.
"I only reflect you,
and so my love is assured!"

"Fine."
The Sun said; and so down it came.
evaporating the Sea.
"Now we will never be the same."

#love   #stars   #distance  
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T A
5 days ago


The Sun is in a one sided relationship
Protecting us from the Night.
Giving us Heat.

Granting us Light.

(and we ask ourselves why,)
(our hearts long for those we'll never hold.)
(so I say, look to the Sun)
(burning in unrequited gold.)

#love   #sun   #space  
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T A
5 days ago

Is this what love is?
Red marks and lines,
puncture points, hands never being held.

Is this what love is?
21:00 chuck out time sitting with Dusk on welcome mats
ringing a doorbell unsure if it's heard
or just ignored

Is this what love is?
Mirrors are mouths, speaking after-images into words
This isn't what love is.
or perhaps this love was made just for me
Alone.

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T A
Mar 17

what was once Ivory
has now returned to granite
BOTH WE LIE, IN THE EARTH,
yet i.. i am still tortured with breath, with sight.

there is no need of voice.
i will hang on the farewell as it is a rope from Troy around my neck.
lull me down with you please, please, please. i am nothing but that.
there is nothing more to be said.

HOW DO YOU LIVE WHEN WHAT MADE YOU YOU IS DEAD?
(sleep in the wheat, i will be there soon.)
you find the quickest way to them instead.
                                                        ­          
                                 i am not sorry.

My favourite story.
#love   #greek   #achilles   #patroclus  
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T A
Mar 17

but who's to say this "SOMETHING" won't slowly fade away..

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T A
Mar 16

scar tissue
beating within my chest;
let you never know healing,
let you never know rest.

scar tissue
tapping to a one-two-one-two-time;
you know it'll never be right,
you know it'll never be fine.

scar tissue
that was once called a heart:
we can't stop the bleeding
we can't restart.

#heart   #scars  
 
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