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the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved
This began as an exercise in Architecture Design class. We each had to do a self portrait and design a space for ourselves for the rest of our life! One space! Very introspective n mind altering exercise!
Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."
I don't know whether to hate myself or you more right now.
Everything is so confusing I could cry.
His eyes sang the symphony of love
With purest passionate words of life
She was lost in his moving music
That drowned her dreadful silence
They were an anthemic rhythm
Together forever in echos of time
 Feb 2016 Tafuta Atarashī
Sin
Lonely little flower
Hiding from the rain
Waiting for the sunshine
To warm you through again
Don't wilt or bend or wither
For tomorrow you will shine
And there bees that visit you
Will keep your love devine
 Feb 2016 Tafuta Atarashī
AK93
This sin refuses to part from my skin
I wear it well
It wears me thin
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