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GuiseOfALoner Oct 2015
Words
make us
who we are.
We wonder
how poetry
can be so
transcendental
relinquishing
beyond our humanity.

So many words
Often
I wonder
Out of billion
unique people
what those words
have become
of you.
Enjoy writing everyone.
GuiseOfALoner Oct 2015
This is how the
broken heart
sounds...

It plays over and over
In sleepless nights
you hear -

An unspeakable silence
heavy noises of agony
trigger

no matter how distant
yesterday echoes
delays that ****

compressing a feeling
that reverbrates
painful memories

Hear the sound
of a broken heart?
It never beats the same.
GuiseOfALoner Oct 2015
These four walls
conceal
a lost dream
beneath
the glittering stars

turn into
sparkling diamonds
slowly
fall down
to my cheek.

All there was
what I wanted
ever wanted
is TO BE
LOVED.
GuiseOfALoner Oct 2015
The world works,
not the way you live.
And it always hurts,
you work not what you love.

I once have a simple dream,
to be GREAT.
But people are what they seem
the hardest to defeat.
GuiseOfALoner Oct 2015
Some love is a butterfly
Not meant to stay
Lives on a lovely summer place
Sometimes gone in a haze
GuiseOfALoner Sep 2015
Had I known
Wings are for keep
To cheat the blues
And feel high.
GuiseOfALoner Sep 2015
I saw the gust of winter
Walks a billowing shadow across the field
Unmasking all covers of a happy summer
Whispering a once cold secret untold.

The dire wolf leashed under a leafless tree
Warns the old wise moon for omen
Has she come to betray me for a visit?
Or, steal me a kiss of vengeance.

Skin as pale as snow
Flowing in a cosmos of abyss
Thought ocean devours everything
Flesh with rocks can't rise above.

Has justice been this early winter?
Knocking on every door
Warranting about Summer 1990
Of a wrath under a sycamore tree.

Three wise men under the stars
A girl dances with the corns
Happy feet can't help but wander
Leading her to where daddy is.

Safe on these arms of forever
Carry me over where home is
Lit the light up unveils
Two shadows under the stars.

Seeing through a thick fiber
A nameless fear of silence
Not even a single drop of needle
Till her breath has faded.
this is part 1 - to be continued...bizarre events of Summer 1990.
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