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C Cavierre Jun 22
What is the flaw of men?
Better yet, what is my flaw?
That Heavens would use me, then
despise me?
For the very despicable quality they sought me for!
Humanness! If it was negotiable,
to escape this mold:
be rid of the treachery branded in my bones,
for death not be bestowed,
who'd turn their head so —
alas, with all its glorious inevitability,
my incorrigible humanity!
For all my dishonor,
Heaven's have no choice but bow its head to look down;
for there is no creature more flawed than I,
and yet, no vessel which have come closer to God than this accursed child —
who could love with all its broken pieces, somehow!
Is that my flaw?
To grip Divinity with these undeserving hands;
To hold Infinity within these morbid ribcages —
I flaunt my world of Horrors,
yet helplessly in my knees, I acquire love:
which is no less than any Divine but God!
The flaw of men, may be,
come Hell or high water we —
even burn in Heaven's fire for —
love to our very core.
Despite how terrible we can be, we're also very much capable of love beyond any measure — and I believe, that: the divine can work with.
C Cavierre Jun 17
The darkness was guarded
By a hulking figure in front of the gate,
A halo of shadow looming just behind
The outline of the statue’s silhouette.
The arch above in rusting metal wrought
Inscriptions of a foreboding message,
Enter in peace, or meet the eternal host,
Guardian of fates. Beware thy souls.
Down the deep path we went
Perhaps to hell’s descent,
But despair hounded at our backs
There was no other way for us.
C Cavierre Jun 16
Do we sleep to lullabies;
Do we wake?

Certain you’d treat me tender;
Certain you’d give me reason to break.

Shall we come face to face;
Shall we stay safe?

In broken silence, we speak our minds;
Have we made a mistake?

We hope it won’t tear us apart;
But we still dare.

The truth so stark, it could salvage our broken parts;
Or singe our souls against its rays.

Surely you won’t ***** me;
Surely it’s my mind’s trickery.

This infinite circle of doubt;
How do I get out!
How did this poem make you feel?
C Cavierre Jun 16
Distant seas
don’t mean we
have no waters here,

Chirping birds
over there
may not be heard

This far
but far are we from lack
in these lands.

So are gifts
appointed
accordingly.

There’s no need
for bitterness
in our own dwelling.
Happy Father’s Day
C Cavierre Jun 10
It wasn’t the two of us at the start.
Day turned to night,
and suddenly we couldn’t part.
From one of the many faces,
To one I could pick out from the crowd.
We weren’t sure of ourselves before,
But one thing’s for sure now.
We’re caught in the torrent —
We found ourselves headed to the deep end.
to those who’ve given it a chance
and the fruition of that given chance
C Cavierre Jun 10
These growing feelings were inexorable
As could be,
We were taken by surprise while
Our feet were soaking in the shallow tide.
We missed the sign of the creeping twilight, and
The span of the galaxy sprung on the horizon;
I swam with the innumerable stars ever more,
Engulfed in those boundless pools of obsidian eyes.
if black was romantic
C Cavierre Apr 2021
Have you ever seen
a car crash?
Would you ride
that same car
after turning back in time,
after seeing the future possibility?
Would you risk the tragedy?

You are the dream
forbidden to me—
too poignant, too peaceful—
too perfect to fall into;
but how could I dare,
dare I resist?
the only dream I’ve
ever wanted to fall into.

Certain that I don’t want to fall;
Certain that I want this.
Certain that I will fall;
Certain that I’m not fooled.
Certainly, the dream is everything;
and I’m certain everything will be ending.
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