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Ayn Dec 2020
You fade to black,
Grab a new face,
And begin to dance
In gently collected moonlight.

Time drifts around the clock
And I’m still right here.
You gather even more faces
As you teleport far away.
Ayn Dec 2020
No rest for tired eyes.
They quake like a hatching egg,
As they reach their closure.

Through continued exposure,
The light begins to sting;
Needles in my veins,
Making shattered window panes.

Where’d the glass go?
If you’ve read my previous poetry I reference glass as an immaculate barrier. If not, no worries because I explained what was necessary.
Ayn Dec 2020
Emerald eyes;
Ones sharp enough
To cleave the soul itself
And pierce a hopeful heart.

Built to be selfless,
Yet made to self destruct.
Internal compassion
Was never meant to be
For this sorrowful existence.
Ayn Dec 2020
Opal blades;
Freezing rain to hail,
And deftly slicing through
The iridescent frosted grasp.

As the cold is cleaved
A spectrum of vibrant glass
Echoes like a brilliant sunrise,
And life is borne once again.
Idk anything about gemstones, I just know opal reminds me of ice a bit.
Ayn Dec 2020
As darkness falls
The world becomes a shroud,
In which the smallest lights
Beckon forth
A sea of illumination.
Ayn Dec 2020
Between air and ground,
Water and fire,
Lies a mountain of steam,
And daybreak’s vibrant dew.

Why does the water stick
To these blades of grass?
When all they do is slice.

Why did you
Stay to me
When all I did was hurt?
Two songs that came to mind while writing this are “Sober” by TOOL and “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails.
Ayn Dec 2020
As guilt for my actions
Burns like a seeping acid;
Pervading every layer of my soul,
I wonder where I wasn’t whole.

Where did I stumble off track,
How much have I destroyed,
And what meaningful relations
have I cannibalized oh so brutally?
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