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Ember Jul 2018
they close their ears
they close their eyes
shrug on their cloaks of loathing

she sings from trees
they’ll never climb
a song of death and pining

the moon has split
from stones they threw
of burning words and lies of truth

all hope is lost
but still she calls
sweet melodies before she falls
They broke her wings the *******.
Ember Jul 2018
Are you ok?
Yeah, you said

I nodded
but couldn’t help noticing the empty in your eyes

The chalk outline she left
burning your retinas more than the sun ever could
Ember Jul 2018
What if one day our dreams didn’t need us
and our words became one with the wind
and dancing like fireflies, they lit up the night
while we denied they’d be gone by the dawn

What if one day our memories died
and despite all our digging the dead don’t come back
and despite all our calling the ghosts simply faded
while we’re left wondering why they didn’t haunt us like the movies
Ember Jun 2018
We are all taking
slow steps into madness
although
some of us walk faster than others

We can’t outrun the end
no matter how quick we are

The devil in our dreams
will always be there
waiting
for that one last dance
Ember Jun 2018
You
You are the heaven I’d go to hell for
The peace I’d start wars for
The light I’d live in darkness for
The freedom I’d be chained for
The love I’d **** for
Ember Jun 2018
Parallel Girl

Hands dance and art spills out beneath them
You speak of love and of pain
Of the forests she wanders, the ones so deep
No other soul could penetrate

She’s living in her mind, an impossible place to draw
You don’t try, just etch the shell
To even speak of it is a betrayal, but this is third person
It doesn’t count right?

Your fingers move carefully
Brushing the tear from her eye that trickles down the page
She’s crying for the attention that she thrives off
But dies off

Then all your nightmares escape your head
And pour out onto the paper
Marring it like the coffee you spilt on your favourite book
Accidental but it adds to the feel

Still motion captures of parallel lives
Of parallel universes
You build a bridge between yours and hers
She crosses it, and turns to dust

She’s not made for carrying your burdens
But you redraw her anyway
Instagram will love her naked soul
You’ll get your likes
You’ll live and die
It does not count. It does not count. It does not count.
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