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Jun 2022 · 480
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Havran Jun 2022
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"Let every word
that these hands
will ever
write
be a love
letter
from me
to you."
~D.A., Love letter
Jun 2022 · 502
Complimentary
Havran Jun 2022
"If I were a storm,
you would be the sea;
you fuel both the chaos
and the serenity
in me."
~D.A., Complimentary
May 2022 · 603
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Havran May 2022
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"This is the terrible risk when you come  to know love
and then find yourself having lost it.
There's now a void that refuses to be filled."
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 374
Homesick
Havran Apr 2022
"I am back in the house where I grew up in,
but every piece of me is homesick for You."
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 222
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Havran Apr 2022
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"There are
times
when
the world
is thrice heavier,
and it feels like
the immense
ocean
is about to drown
you,
but
stay
afloat
and
breathe.
Breathe deep.
The shore is
nearer
than you think."
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 327
A nine word story
Havran Apr 2022
"Wherever you are
is where I call my home."
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 361
A six word story
Havran Apr 2022
"Far away,
but never truly apart."
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 471
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Havran Apr 2022
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"Where do unwritten words go?
And why does my chest hurt when you leave?"
~D.A., Unwritten words
Apr 2022 · 539
Kindred.
Havran Apr 2022
A love of words,
of reading and writing,
our souls brimming
constantly
with poetry.
A blanket of stars
over both our heads,
bringing you closer
and closer
to me.
A Hologram for the King,
Anime, movies, fun facts,
and Navy-blue galaxy pillow sheets.
Darkest green,
and lullabies.
Forever,
Kindred,
in
your
eyes.
~D.A.
Havran Apr 2022
Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.
~M.C & D.A.
Apr 2022 · 359
Heartstrings.
Havran Apr 2022
Word-weaver,
Soul-keeper.
Heart-seeker,
World-eater.
You steal away
the sorrow
buried
deeply
in my chest,
and it
no
longer
hurts;
the act
of breathing,
the act
of being.
You tug at
my heartstrings
and I wonder:

Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 202
Memories.
Havran Apr 2022
Black or Gold,
all in the mold,
as we uncover
and rediscover
who
we
are
through
the roadmaps
of our memories.
Sad or Happy,
telling every story,
secret tales
unfolding  
openly;
shared with you,
shared with me,
together walking
by the rivers of history.
~D.A.
Apr 2022 · 252
Voluntary.
Havran Apr 2022
Don’t force yourself.
You don’t have to.
It’s a bother.

…It’s not.

You’re the one I’ve been waiting my whole life for,
I can wait an hour or two or even twenty more.
Rest your head on my chest, I’ll take care of the rest.
A thousand miles means nothing when you love me best.

I’ll hold both your hands through the storm,
and sing lullabies to you to keep your heart warm.
Make you breakfast in bed, with forehead kisses on your head.
Not a single word of love will I dare leave unsaid.

To you do I give my most willing surrender.
For I love you most, may you always remember.
~D.A.
Mar 2022 · 1.1k
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Havran Mar 2022
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"There are times when I am but a nameless grave,
full of flowers that were meant for someone who wasn't me."
Feb 2022 · 595
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Havran Feb 2022
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"Let me be your living poetry.
Rewrite me in all the ways with your love."
~D.A.
Feb 2022 · 563
What helps a writer write.
Havran Feb 2022
Do you know
what helps
a writer
write?
Is it the way
that he feels
for you?
That wistful
yearning,
ever
prevalent,
consuming
the entirety
of his days.
Is it in
the distance?
Miles apart
and yet so
undeniably
close.
Is it in
the moments
spent with you?
Infinity
times
Infinity.

Or is it
your
love
that he has,
every waking
moment,
that helps
a writer
write?
~D.A.
Feb 2022 · 350
Overwritten.
Havran Feb 2022
I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~
~D.A.
Feb 2022 · 128
Resonance.
Havran Feb 2022
There are moments when
You
just get me
so completely
that I find
myself
mesmerized
in awe.
When I’m thinking
of something
and your thoughts
are
exactly
the
same
Checkmate.
You’ve captured
both
my mind
and my heart,
and
my love for you
is resounding.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 155
Sleep.
Havran Jan 2022
In my arms,
or simply
right
beside
me,
I will
watch over
You
as you dream.
As soft
moonlight
transitions
gradually
into
the gentle rays
of
the coming dawn,
I will be here
to meet you
first.
For you are
my sweetest
good night,
and all that is
good
in the morning.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 265
Timeless
Havran Jan 2022
I’ll love you Tomorrow
even more than Now,
as I for certain
would’ve loved you Then.
This connection
of ours
does not
bow down
to time,
and as such
it has no end.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 692
Unfiltered.
Havran Jan 2022
I used to associate the act of unfiltering to the removal of cigarette filters; instead of smoke, I inhaled fire, and instead of nicotine, I tasted dark chocolate. Sharing my truths with you is exactly like that. Set fire to the trees, and once the breeze has cleared away the smoke, sit next to me, lean against me, and let’s gaze at the ocean.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 285
Bright.
Havran Jan 2022
Even in
the cold,
even in
the dark,
Your presence
is a source
of warmth.
Even when
I stray
into
my
night,
You
beckon,
c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
l
y

,
ever bright.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 263
Intertwined.
Havran Jan 2022
Infinitely,
ineffably,
inextricably,
inexorably,

My soul is intertwined with Yours.
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 615
11:11
Havran Jan 2022
You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

~
Jan 2022 · 400
Plans
Havran Jan 2022
Meet me at the train station.
Meet me by the sea.
Hold my hand.
Come away with me.

Let’s get lost.
Let’s be together.
Let’s be lost in each other forever.

Watch some movies.
No more pretending.
I’ll be yours even after the ending.

Hug me tightly.
I won’t let you go.
We will love.
We will love.

I know, I know~
~D.A.
Jan 2022 · 171
Lifeline
Havran Jan 2022
You keep me
afloat
on my worst days,
dear-sterling-
silver-lining-
moon-framed-
starry-eyed
lover
of mine.
Do keep
me
ever after
in your lifeline.
~D.A.
Dec 2021 · 270
Havran & Kafka (I)
Havran Dec 2021
From within
the confines
of his
solitary
dwelling,
the Raven
gazes outward
through
barred
windows.
The sky is
but
a
distant
memory
now;
the warden
has him
under lock
and key.
His
wings
have long
since atrophied,
he misses
the sand,
the wind,
the cerulean sea.
Dec 2021 · 208
Havran & Kafka (II)
Havran Dec 2021
Come sundown,
weary silhouettes
stretch over
autumn
land,
the Crow
watches quietly
perched
high,
still.
Stretches of fields
disappear
underneath
looming
skyscrapers
suddenly;
strange­ crowds
rush over
phantoms of
lush vines.
Her
feathers
have lost
their majesty,
her spirit
listless in
concrete jungles,
waiting for home.
Dec 2021 · 317
Havran & Kafka (III)
Havran Dec 2021
The passage
of time
has become
meaningless
for
the Raven,
with each
insipid day
melding into
a disorientation
so atrociously
grey.
Through
the pale,
two moonlight orbs
gaze back;
the ebon figure
still as stone,
outside
looking in.
Free. Free.
the Raven
thinks to himself.
Would you kindly?
The Raven croaks.
Please free me.

~
Dec 2021 · 202
Havran & Kafka (IV)
Havran Dec 2021
Faintly wary,
the Crow
comes near,
listens
carefully
to disconcerting
impassioned pleas,
echoing despair
from beyond
deep darkness
so haunting.
Confused,
overwhelmed,
dull wings
suddenly set aflutter
in chorus
with cricket symphonies
and howling winds.
Breathe.
The Crow
reaches out
past bars
to cavernous twilight
painting joined plumes
back to life.
Dec 2021 · 195
Havran & Kafka (V)
Havran Dec 2021
Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturne  
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.

~
Dec 2021 · 181
Havran & Kafka (VI)
Havran Dec 2021
Eyes focused,
fascinated,
glimmering.
Fly?
Unsure
yet
compelled,
towar­d
unexplored
infinite skies
welcoming
in every moonlit
Stygian
feather.
Faraway lights
stop,
grow tinier,
more colorless—
gone.
Is this home?
The Crow
calls quietly
over constellations
winking furtively—
two shadows dancing in chance dreams.
Dec 2021 · 231
Havran & Kafka (VIIa)
Havran Dec 2021
The Raven turns,
pensive,
to the twin
shadow
traversing
this boundless
star-kissed
welkin.
Moon be my witness,
I am Yours now.

~
Dec 2021 · 208
Havran & Kafka (VIIb)
Havran Dec 2021
The Crow stares,
spellbound,
savoring fragile promises
embracing
horizons
well into
the
beyond.
Let the Sun rejoice,
I belong with You.

~
Dec 2021 · 215
Havran & Kafka (VIII)
Havran Dec 2021
Raven
and Crow,
vows
exchanged
unconditionally.
Luna
and Solus,
celestial
keepers of
their desiderata;
souls
intertwined
for
all
of
time
in the ever-yonder
of Nyx Nightmother's
gentle embrace.
~D.A. & M.C.
Dec 2021 · 357
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Havran Dec 2021
~
"My chest is a garden of words;
full of seeds that you planted."
~D.A.
Nov 2021 · 136
A Foretelling
Havran Nov 2021
"I remember
watching
the world
from the safety
and separation
of
a
bus
window.
From a distance,
they shine,
just
as
stars do,
and along
the stretch
and palisades
they all lead
to where you are.

I forget
hearing
your voice
as the bus
travels farther
down
roads
still
unknown.
Now, once more,
I am
here,
listening,
reaching out
to you
over eventide’s
shadows.
‘Hurry.’
To your side,
before the lights burst.

And so
we beat on
restlessly
against
time,
under the rain,
racing to see
if we
can beat
the
sun,
to prove
that our
lives
can be different.

And when
that reality comes,
quietly,
come
closer,
whisper to me
so we won’t
ever forget
that
you
and
I
will meet
again, soon,
always,
in this lifetime."
~D.A. & M.C.
Nov 2021 · 122
Mischievous Discord
Havran Nov 2021
"I hear you—
your heartbeat against
mine right down
to my toes,
arrested and captive
by your sighs
calling for me—
Closer, come closer—
Just right there,
friction over static
in each hot
draw of breath,
in each flick
of our wrists,
in wanton whispers
of sweet nothings.
Mine. Be mine.

I feel you—
I feel your wanting
in the way your voice
shakes
as my name
escapes
your lips.
Consume me. Thoroughly—
enraptured as I am
by your ecstasy;
hands leaving nothing
untouched,
tongues leaving no inch
untasted.
Take me. Take me.

I reach out,
my very fingertips
over the blurs
of your incandescent
cheeks, flushed wildly
just as I
open my mouth,
narrate my desires,
lick my lips to prepare for
yours, past pixels—
I want more.
Keep your hungry
eyes on me
and your ears
to my rapture.
Give me more.

I let go.
Any and all
inhibition
lost in
frantic
thrusting
of the hips.
This craving,
intoxicating,
lightning
running through
my head.
Pink.
Blind *******.
Coming.
I’m *******.

Let’s get lost
in this high,
the echoing symphonies
of our lust
harmonizing languidly to
the feverish commands
our shameless orchestra
of sweating flesh
performs, this duet—
Yes, yes, YES—
Our risqué masterpiece
beyond the distance,
our bodies shaking,
our smiles satisfied.
The postlude comes
in sobering silence.

I promise you:
I’m the best you’ll ever have."
~D.A. & M.C.
Feb 2017 · 1.3k
Ripples & Waves
Havran Feb 2017
"Like ripples that turn into waves, people affect other people. And though not all experiences may come as easy or as light as we wanted them to be, the capacity for us to see what truly matters still exists."
Jan 2017 · 1.5k
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Havran Jan 2017
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"You are always so honest with me
no matter how difficult  the truth could be,
and from this I felt that maybe you do,
that, in a way, you really did love me too."
Oct 2016 · 501
Align
Havran Oct 2016
I love you
to the Moon
and back,
and all my stars
are realigning.
Havran Jul 2016
"There’s something about you and this thrill of having no idea where we are or where we’re going. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it. It’s alright, I could tell."
Jul 2016 · 568
The best kind of adventures
Havran Jul 2016
"Unplanned adventures can sometimes be the best kind of adventures."
Jul 2016 · 348
Xenophilia
Havran Jul 2016
There’s something about
ebony hues,
and how I’m terribly fond of them;
be it on cats, or hats, or shoes,
the sweater my mom gave to me,
the guitar she brought home
from one of her trips,
my bag that’s torn in some places,
or the hoodie I keep as a memento.
Like the color of your hair,
or the color of your shoes,
dark as a lightless night
but still clear as day.

And I know
you’re afraid of the dark
but I hope that the dark isn’t so scary
when we’re facing it together.

I hate you
and there are a dozen things
I want to tell you
right now
but I just want you to know
that I
will never forget you.
These past few days
just seemed so unreal,
but I’m glad that they happened.
Oh, and I think you’re real cool.
May 2016 · 663
Remember this:
Havran May 2016
"Your love isn't an apology.
And neither are you."
May 2016 · 784
Loss
Havran May 2016
It’s almost
a year
or so
to
the
day
when you told me
You
fell out
of our love
for no other
reason than
It just happened.
You
told me
you no longer cared,
you
told me
you didn’t want to know
another thing about me,
and what was left of us
was a shipwreck
of
a
bittersweet
memory.

It’s been almost
a year
or so
too,
from when I
told myself
that I am still
meant
for
you
for no other reason than
I just do.
I thought
I no longer cared,
I thought
I didn’t want you
and everything about you.
What was left of me
walked away
with
You.

But
We
lost
contact,
and I think you
met someone else.
I have no idea
who he is or
where he takes you or
how much
he cares about you.
I just hope what he has
is more;
more than what
I could have given you,
more than what
I could have sacrificed for you,
More than…
Just more than I do.

But I Lied,
‘cause everything
still reminds me
of you.
You are gone with the wind
but the wind
still pushes me
towards you.
And
I hope
That
He
doesn’t
exist
like the space
between
me and you.

I
met someone else, too.
She isn’t
anything like you,
but the way she cares
is
also
true.
I hope you’re happy,
‘Cause right now,
that’s also what
i’m
trying
to be.

Even if it isn’t you,
even if it isn’t me,
even if it isn’t you with me.


And if
One day
You wake up
and realize that
it is still I
that you wish for;
who holds you at night,
and gives life to the waking dream
Tell me
because
feelings
like this can ****
you.
Like what you did
to me
when you asked me
Who are you?

And I swear,
my love broke
into fragments
when I asked you,
Who are you?

But what was I to do?

But what was I to do?


~J.C & D.C.
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
Where do you want to go?
Havran Mar 2016
"I have no idea where I'm going or if I want to be where I am right now. I am restless; you know this; I have wanderlust in my lungs and poetry in my veins."
Mar 2016 · 683
X=Time spent missing you
Havran Mar 2016
"The months, they turn to days,
the days, they turn to hours
the hours, they turn to minutes
the minutes, they turn to moments,
and in these moments
I am wistful;
I am missing you."
Mar 2016 · 575
~
Havran Mar 2016
~
"So many clouds above, I wonder why no one else seems to see them."
Mar 2016 · 584
The aftermath
Havran Mar 2016
"In a way I am the aftermath,
I
am
all
that remains."
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