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Kyle Jan 2019
How I came to be is a mystery,
Yet I do recall faintly,
The gentle lift of a maiden’s sleeve,
Hopeful & certain as a budding lady can be,
I am sent sailing through the breeze,
Until the sea devours me,

Tossing & turning while I descend into the abyss,
My fragile state endured,
Propelled forward by marine helpers,
What colorful companions they make!
Each had a role to take,
In the ocean’s primordial play

Pausing every now & then,
In places one may never see,
Oh Atlantis, how lonely you must be,
Long before I was bound
Within your halls of ruin & beauty

Aid came from a knowing lorelei
Sending me on my way
Narrowly escaping the Leviathan’s maw
Finally reaching a misty shore (Was it Avalon? I cannot recall),
My bottle opened at last!
By a crownless king from an age long past

Here reads:
‘The Universe, is majestic in all its lustre & shadow
And so are you'
Kyle Oct 2018
From my flawless cheekbone to my unworked heel,
Covered and adorned with the finest detail,
Rubies, Silk, Velvet and Pendant,
Each with pasts long and forgotten,
Ah, but our differences does not yet end,
What smells like a metallic sting to you,
To me the sweetest scent,
And I do mean that red nectar flowing through your veins
Happy Halloween!
Kyle Oct 2018
This night was cursed to be
I sail away again in dreams of us
While the Old Gods I plea
That they would take this memory away
Sparing me the nitty-gritty pieces of you that stuck in my mind like
How your electrifying touch
Burns me from within
Kyle Oct 2018
Been playing with fire
The things that your touch can do
Scalding bitter sweet
Kyle Aug 2018
Part with not only the penny, but all your sorrow
and be renewed with hope once more
Kyle Aug 2018
Scream our hearts out,
Fear the living without a doubt,
Keep skeletons in the closet,  
The imperfections we proudly accept,
Play the devil's advocate,
For the truth is not always cute and cuddly,
Spend every witching hour wisely,
Plunge your hands in the magician's hat,
You may find me by the ear's edge,

Now take me home and feed me all your carrots
Every day is a Halloween. Never stop believing, never stop being different.
Kyle Aug 2018
How would the Light within you,
Display itself in a vivid many,
From a wave so serene,
To a chaotic torrent I too hope to see
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