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Autumn Shayse Aug 2014
It's as if everything begins
To
      Click
Into place,
Once the sun goes down
And each and every star appears
In a cloudless sky -
For it is then that you become aware,
There is always beauty staring upon us,
There is such significance in the simplicity of life,
Such sanctity in the minor embers of grace

It's as if everything begins
To
     Dawn
On everyone,
When dawn is as far away
As the moon -
How quaint.
Autumn Shayse Jul 2014
Much as nature
decays
I crumble: ceaseless in the cycle
of life,
Death draws closer
with each piercing breath
I am wilting;
with no respite as I
hit
the ground;
landing softly on the harshness of death,
where I will remain,
a constant nothingness -
a mere whisper in the dark
Autumn Shayse Jul 2014
Who knows (cares) if they entangle themselves with the right person:
No one ever pays real attention to the cards they've been dealt;
They merely focus upon the strength of the hand,
They simply look for a way to win, or to hold on at the very least -
For in the end it does not matter
whether the stars have all aligned,
as you only need enough light to power the moon through to sunrise
I mixed up imagery ffs I don't know how to write at all
Autumn Shayse Jun 2014
Pray,
Take thy faith and
Place it in me;
Give me your devotion
Call upon my doubtful mind
Direct me unto peace
For I am faithless.
Autumn Shayse Jun 2014
Hello
Hi
Welcome, it's an invitation to my crooked soul,
To my unwilling heart

You need not know my name,
For names do not explain why I am the way I am,
Why I write the way that I do;

All you need, is a little introduction, to the things that matter -

I love the moon and the stars,
In all their metaphoric beauty,
I live for the love both within and of fiction
But I do not crave to be in love myself,
Loud and shy simultaneously,
I fight with my own stupidity
A writer without a choice,
For without it I am
A crooked soul at best
Autumn Shayse Jun 2014
I often spend my nights,
Plagued with insomniac thoughts,
A desire to be awake and alive,
A need to exceed expectations,
To be something to someone,

It's as if,
With the rise of the moon, I find myself able to see my ambitions,
With the rise of the moon, I am free of any demons and entanglements
And with the rise of the moon,
I am ready to face an implausible, unimaginable  dawn
I can't write like I used to and I hate it
Autumn Shayse Jun 2014
Fingertips etch onto the skin,
it's prints ever permanent;
once touched, it's
impossible to be totally neglected -

Every touch leaves a trail
and with a shiver, a tingle,
your fingertips render me warm  -
for I am trapped in your embrace,
with as little choice as implied
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