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Relentless
The Sparkle in His Eyes “I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up, my friend.” / “To whatever end, Aelin.” / My heart, my words create my own infinity of imagination and dreams. Hope lights up my world, and despite the fact that pain demands to be felt, I will be stronger.
It used to be a haiku full of pain and sadness. But I broke apart that form, Tore apart the words, and rearranged them into shields. Now, I have a wall of shields each one a haiku I wrote about you. Every sword was forged from each tear I shed from your bloodied words. You have created a soldier Hardened in your spite and anger. I would tell you not to worry, But I don't think you ever did.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Haiku for You
I'm pulling out my parachute In a last attempt to survive your butterfly kisses From my stomach to my chest. These butterflies seem to stab, And fold their steel wings against my skin. So I might try to fly away In my broken parachute Red as the blood we spilt.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Parachute
The smooth slide of his hand Against the smooth curve of her side. The rush of every pent-up emotion Let loose in the fiery thrill of their skin. Gentle, yet raging, this want spread quickly Through the once torn scars of their minds.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Breathe
are these words supposed to mean something? am i supposed to shout into the void fling my emotions at the growing silence which lies in our minds? where am i supposed to release this cup full of tears when the night is young and the moon is howling in anger, echoing my growing garden of emotions? are these words supposed to mean something?
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
Voided
show me show me the most damaged part of your soul show the pain and the tears show me the nights covered in fear and the days showered in anxiety show me the most damaged part of your soul and i'll show you how it still shines like gold
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
show me
Holding hands in the hall Whispered stares about us. “How can she have the audacity To get together with anyone?” The rumors poison her heart, Slowing her stride Until she hides her face away. “It’s all for attention,” they whisper. But her love grows more than the rumors. One year goes by, Classes go by, and they are happy. “Look at the ***** She doesn’t deserve that.” Two years, graduated with honor. Loving more than life, More than the horrid thrown at them. We can survive. We are strong. Our love is growing Our future is drawing With hope and trust.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
We
they are searching for recognition in the fear of the night. “look into my eyes.      do you see my desperation, my need for hope and love?”      they ask, grabbing at everything they can to pull themselves back up onto something they can call stable.      each level of their being is cracked, breaking down slowly until only rubble and wishes are left.      one by one, their friends leave,      their pieces of laughter trailing behind like the wants that are so often forgotten by them      until only the two are left, side by side. their trust is so deep, so old      that even the mountains cannot understand the foundations laying there. they hold hands, looking into the night, fearless.      “we will conquer this fear, this loneliness,      this anger, and we will triumph in the end.      We shall live a dauntless life, an adventurous time.      Together forever.” Strong and beautiful.      Eternity
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Triumph
I would have trusted his heartbroken smile And his forgiving eyes. Maybe this scarred skin will smooth over When I forgive her lost hopes. Maybe those eyes full of galaxies would sparkle with stars, For maybe their light is the only one I need. But these are in the past, And reaching into this forbidden jar of regrets Will only hurt more
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Maybe
Add 1 moment of laughter 3 rings of defeat Mix it with 15 years of happiness Cool it down with 1 month of depression. Sprinkle 3 best friends on top And bake with the fallen tears of your past. Every piece is perfect The recipe for you Never needs to change. Every day, it is made in perfection.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Recipe for Perfection
Her tears held stars Her eyes were the galaxies that cried. All it takes is a smile An invitation To return the stars to their glory For hers is the only light they need.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
She