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 May 10 James Ignotus
Phia
Desperation leaks from my words
As I beg the universe for life
Happiness
And you
The rain ends.
All is lush,
and glistening,
and verdant
and a
beautiful
young girl
yawns from
boredom.
Life yea
it’s beautiful
wow & I’d hate
to crack it open
just to feed
someone’s curiosity

what a beautiful
wreckage

(or)
what a beautiful
weight

~~
what a beautiful
Life.
the most beautiful life I've ever lived
After all these years
I still feel so cold
If I only listened to you
Then I wouldn't be wishing for you
So long
So far
Too late to retain all I learned
Too late for this date not to change
All I have left
Is just manged remains
Baths are a curious thing,
That I would lie in one, serene,
For hours.

The water, once clean
Washes off all that was mean
Then I wrap myself up in towels.

It’s a place where I dream,
Of far-off traces, I would see
And poetry inspired.

It's also a pool where I can grieve,
Catching all my tears for reprieve;
I leave relieved.
Bath is also a town/city in the UK, baths are a fluid cocoon from the world and my happy place.
 May 10 James Ignotus
Varg
Oh, darling,
When will you understand?
My heart beats only for you,
and if one day I cease to love you,
then I shall cease to be.
For our love floats in the air,
in every drop of gentle rain,
in every sunbeam of a beautiful dawn.
My love for you is my entire life.

This unreturned love
will never feel like a punishment.
That you are part of my mind and heart
is my greatest blessing.
And if I must gaze at you from afar
for the rest of my life,
I will do so proudly.
To see the woman of my life for eternity?
It will be my greatest pleasure..
Stars aren't forgotten
they just fade
because they're nothing

Your shadows
give to us

What our Hudson River
take out
With FDR

Stars don't fade
they are just forgotten
because they are not nothing.
there’s always two sides to a story
yet there is no shape with just two sides
so when you shape your story
you’d need to tell another lie
 May 10 James Ignotus
Grace
The pool's swirling
and the fish,
swimming in the dappled light,
have found me.
18
sometimes
the dark is too loud
the light too quiet
im used to the storm
and not sunshine
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