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nadine shane Oct 2020
i am
nothing more than
a vestige of existence;
an iota of deception.

even if
the rays of the sun
encapsulate me,
the streaks of moonlight
seem to weave itself
the empty shell that i am;

the murmurs
of the night-entangled hallways
call out to me,
claiming me as their own.

i am
nothing more
than an intruder
in this borrowed body,
mourning for the tragedies
forgotten and erased.
the night is drunk with rage.
nadine shane Jul 2020
and then i saw you
again; the silence between
us became painful.
smithereens of our universe ruthlessly scattered to dust.
nadine shane Apr 2020
a scintilla of warmth
envelopes me
you assure me of every quandary
that i have within me.

you untangle me
from the questions
that i am tied with
and make sense of
what i cannot grasp.

you are the embodiment
of the rays of sun
peeking through a gap
after an eternity underground.
happy birthday, onat. i love you.
nadine shane Dec 2019
i was wont
to the company
of the begrudging night lights,
ceasing to hope
for the rays
of the melted sun
to cascade through me.

and then
you ensorcelled me
with your
quick-witted replies
and unfiltered mouth;

you became the reason
for my peripeteia.

so much so
that the magnitude
of my affection
cant be quantified.
hi, jonathan. i love you.
nadine shane Nov 2019
the warmth, lingering,
i could breathe for a moment
and then you left me.
it seems as though im suffocating.
nadine shane Nov 2019
the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.

a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--

glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.

my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.

once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
make it stop.
nadine shane Oct 2019
our naked silence & honey kiss
were nothing to him
he will curse our empty love
with a bittersweet word

and you let it **** us.
how fickle.
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