Faun - Hello Poetry

I will not be slain, nor will I tame and trade no stitch for kisses. I am but ice, no use of dice or foolish empty wishes.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC

Slighted

I will not be slain, nor will I tame and trade no stitch for kisses. I am but ice, no use of dice or foolish empty wishes.

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You were as turbulent as the wind as you raised my wings to the sky. Star bound willingly. Magnetic, electric, profound. So drawn by pulse and plasma. Unwavering beauty in chaos.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC

Pull

You were as turbulent as the wind as you raised my wings to the sky. Star bound willingly. Magnetic, electric, profound. So drawn by pulse and plasma. Unwavering beauty in chaos.

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You are beauty, you are vibrance, you are the reflection of the light behind my eyes inwardly pulsing to the song of life. We are the steady ebb and flow of a constant chaos we call illusion, because duality is just that. Our bodies a barrier, a lie, deception to false perspectives and skin nothing more than a cell dividing me from you. This is why we yearn for love.. completeness... This is why we want nothing more than to embrace, why we want nothing more than to sink into each other and melt as butter submits to the pancake. We yearn to recycle, to become what we once were not withheld from our divine unity. I see myself in you and to love you is to love myself because this hologram is incomplete without your fragment of love gracing mine.

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC

You are

You are beauty, you are vibrance, you are the reflection of the light behind my eyes inwardly pulsing to the song of life. We are the steady ebb and flow of a constant chaos we call illusion, because duality is just that. Our bodies a barrier, a lie, deception to false perspectives and skin nothing more than a cell dividing me from you. This is why we yearn for love.. completeness... This is why we want nothing more than to embrace, why we want nothing more than to sink into each other and melt as butter submits to the pancake. We yearn to recycle, to become what we once were not withheld from our divine unity. I see myself in you and to love you is to love myself because this hologram is incomplete without your fragment of love gracing mine.

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Nothing equates as we fall through the cracks, emptiness consuming. Slivers of light fade while anxiety beats us cold and senseless. Depression, like an old friend, slips in, knives sweetly calling my name.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC

Empty

Nothing equates as we fall through the cracks, emptiness consuming. Slivers of light fade while anxiety beats us cold and senseless. Depression, like an old friend, slips in, knives sweetly calling my name.

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How I yearn for Death Death will always be there Death understands Deaths embrace is eternal how I long for Death my real love.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC

Real love