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 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Seema
Channel
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Seema
When born
Raised
Then torn
Praised

Left alone
Scattered
Then mourn
Shattered

One once
Loved
Then left
Broken

Deeply hurt
Unspoken
Life unreal
Woken

Sad truth
Reality
Relations no
Quality

Bitter life
Living
Nothings worth
Grieving

Live yourself
Enjoy
Don't become
A toy

Love self
More
Live to the
Core

©sim
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Book Thief
She rises and falls like a reposed breath
before an entire world's visage
in her encircled arms.
The incandescent glow of the stage
has an intoxicating quality to it,
the music being
something liquid, viscous.

As notes thrum in tender and soothing caresses,
her legs supple, twirl like petals
cascading under the weight of raindrops,
giving way to a lush surrender
steeped in a language of love and need.
Her very fire
and impassioned soulfulness
lifts her up above the crowd itself,
burning for all to see.

In this moment now
her timelessness enraptures me.
Another part of myself awakens to her grace
and renders me
gratefully whole.
A sense of euphoria slow dances its way
from her being to mine,
consuming every piece of my body
in a fiery bloom—
charging me with
a crackling, electrifying force
unlike my mere own.

I can see now
that this is what she was born to do—
to be on pointe, seeing everything.
Any instances of worldly fear
is left to the dying.
The rhythms of her old pains,
tribulations of past destructions,
are now buried beneath her feet.
And her radiant smile while she dances
still speaks to me gently—
that to be free
is to be wonderfully lost
in her waltz with destiny.

© BT
I'm finally back!! :) The past two months have been crazy hectic with a lot of work, so I apologise for the long hiatus. Here's a longer piece for you to enjoy. As always, thank you for reading dear friends! BT x
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
ryn
requiem
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
ryn
i haven't
any thoughts
to offer
except for the
mismatched
musings from
the mind
and heart

so let this
ink on parchment
match the requiem
of the hour
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Colm
Significance
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Colm
A word from noone
Means nothing at all

But a word from someone
Of significance

Is more harmonized than the angels’ song and more beautiful than the most heartfelt verse to ruminate within the soul
They do mean more at night.
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Colm
The same sky smiles down on us
Happy to see the same
Or similar these dreamy thoughts
Your milky eyes
But are you looking back at these
Or at someone else?
At the moon or the song which reverberates and comes back to you
For yellow is in your veins
All the things - Briar
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