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aphotic blue May 22
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’'𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’Β β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘‘Β 
π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘’π‘›π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘œπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’
π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ž π‘˜π‘’π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘šπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›'𝑑 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒.

π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘  β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘
𝑖𝑑 π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘π‘˜π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘
𝐼 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘
𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘ .

π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'𝑙𝑙 π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘œ π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦
π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Ž, π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  π‘€π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦
𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›
π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘›
π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘ , 𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘šπ‘–π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘™π‘¦.
𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œ π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦.

π‘†π‘œ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘€, β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘œπ‘“π‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘
𝐼'π‘š β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘
𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘› 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘’
𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’.
aphotic blue May 22
A REVERSE POETRY
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stop hoping for the future
gaze for the stars and don't ever
stop hating yourself
please, I tell you
you’re truly a humiliation
don’t ever believe that
you shine in my eyes and mind
because you really, as a person,
change me on who I become
never be scared to
make yourself torture in hatred
not in a million years you'll try to
be the epitome of perfection
because you will
be forever loathed by many
never believe that you will
always be the person I loved
reminisce the memory and  
be the detestation in my mind
don't every try to
convince yourself that you are a treasure.
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aphotic blue May 2019
at first,  I embraced euphoria
the overwhelming desire of being free
seeing the skies so stunning
hearing the rhapsodic humming of birds
such as that,  I roamed halcyon earth
but deep down,  I hanker for passion
found a person who gave so much memories -
the blazing heat that touches my skin;
whenever I shred,
there's she who filled the emptiness
then I started feeling so alive;
as she stares at my lovely eyes
as she unravels my clothes --
and starts making love
As I gasped for air and fell inlove with pain
the morose agonies was my light
and paradise became my darkness
whereas,  my demons were placid,
it possessed me for I embraced their torture
and started feeling so euphoric in pain
I can feel the promise of pain
that she won't leave, she will stay.
Β©AphoticBlue
aphotic blue May 2019
Invade my profile please and my works will not disappoint you.
aphotic blue May 2019
i always told her that this isn't love
we were just seeing two empty doves
floating above our minds to control
to change the fate of lost soul

we were both enraptured with greed
just turned into monsters to bleed
is it wrong to love similar to you?
or is this a sin to be true?

both doves had weep for many days
while sensing the heat in so much blaze
our demons inside began to get lost
such until our fate wander and crossed

she is art,Β Β unique, a dire perfection
chained in lust but devoured by affection
she is heaven-sent, a tormenting angel
who agonize thyself and put into spell

we we're lost souls force to meet in lust
shattered in pieces and thrown in disgust
struggling beyond the things undiscussed
but I left her because of the people I trust
I want her to know that she's my biggest regret
for losing her was my death to forget
please don't steal my work, this is made from my heart.
Β©AphoticBlue
aphotic blue Oct 2018
a flower with perfection blooming every night
with a sweet-scented smell but averse to light
she was a wicked flower on leaving a strange mark
withered in sun's rays but lived again in the dark

the wicked flower, loathed the sun's heat and gleam
everyday, her petal wilt and looses one as it seem
roaming in distinct grounds, digging up any mess
but the guilt of the providence gave an erroneous guess
her petals travelled and noticed the sun's heat
burning her in flames and crumble into sheet
the moon never came back, as the flower is dying
one by one her petals brawl and endure the vying
the flower wail in gloom, ignited by the blaze of the sun
she thought about hope but never come into one
she was the wicked flower, died because of the light
and never breathe again because of the fright
Β©aphoticblue
  Apr 2018 aphotic blue
Austin Lyons
When hope appears in jeopardy
Through tortured retrograde.
Turn weakness into weaponry,
Let misfortune whet your blade.
In teary moments haunted
That darkness ratifies,
Forge fear into your gauntlets
Turn doubt to battle cries.Β Β 
When faithfulness does crumble
And nerve begins to yield.
Mould aches and scars and stumbles,
To serve you as your shield.
Through all that does assail you
But one truth you must fulfill -
When heart or breath does fail you,
Be sure your spirit never will.
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