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Hanafuda Jun 2019
He drowns in the ashes of his own existence,
He breathes the bitter charcoal imbued in gas
And only the flame of love could've ignited the wings of knowledge.
The colors of our merging were painting his new destiny
When he looked at the sky and didn't speak anymore;
He had his mouth sewn and his body tied with a thread of sound
And darkness feathers and the soul of us:
He sewed it himself with his necrotic hand
Because only in death we could've existed as a being.

I've tasted the abyss which trickled on his fingers,
But he couldn't resist it so he conquered the exil.
He fell in the univers, leaving behind a flaming arrow
To burn my sky and life, burying me in the ashes of a past love.

None but the thought left by you helps me find my hope,
Only the illusion of love still burns inside me with purple flames,
And my blood started to ignite our memory,
Covered by the fog of pain and happiness moans.
When black whispers fill my heart and soul,
His violet touch crushing my mellow bones,
Shaped and painted also by him,
Then just the yearning assails me and I remeber
....you'll be next to me, still in the hot sheets from last night.
Because you can actually die from a broken heart.
Hanafuda Feb 2019
I can't remember the first night
after our break-up.
I don't know if I slept peacefully
Or if I had nightmares
Or if I slept at all.

But I can't forget the nights I spent
Next to you,
In the warmth of our embrace
How the pleasant dreams
Would fill our nights
And our feelings
Would fill our hearts
That, I thought, sang the same song.

But now I know we have different colors
Which paint our destinies.
When my baby-blue mixed
With your crimson-red
They made a single dark-pink line
To be the proof of our union.
.
  Jul 2018 Hanafuda
Druzzayne Rika
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape

spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
  Jul 2018 Hanafuda
Elizabeth Squires
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise

crucified
crucified
by the venom of a viper's bite
crucified
crucified
there wasn't any scrap of respite
crucified
crucified
in a rancorous mean spite

the pack of detractors
wanted the dyad beaten down
so they served up a caustic vitriol
to claim an undeserved crown

crucified
crucified
savage the meter's punishment
crucified
crucified
ever vile this scathing torment
crucified
crucified
none being fair in treatment

the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
NB: I've used the poetic device of repetition in the piece.
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