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228 · Jul 2017
Awakeness
Zel Jul 2017
A cynical calmness--embraces me,
As ocean waves slipped through my skin.

That's an awakening,
Where skies never touch seas. Z
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192 · Jul 2017
Unknown
Zel Jul 2017
It was suppose to be an endless chapter,
but you flip through pages like there's no tomorrow.
We could've look through it a bit longer--a novel. Z
182 · Jul 2017
Unknown
Zel Jul 2017
You were my home once.
Long before you close doors
as autumn promises spring,
And winter coldness devours everything--now peacefully gone. Z
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173 · Jul 2017
Your Words
Zel Jul 2017
There's too much silence in this deafening numbness,
Yet there are still words left unspoken

Seems like a lifetime,
For it hope to keep it's promise beyond odds

Neither once nor twice,
I've heard it all
The words you can't keep for yourself

So you've learned to utter those,
Like I had always been a part of it

I am, and always will
And so are you

Time stops before me,
As I linger to your wonderful expression of smiling blue skies and melting butterflies

I want to tell you,
Your words are my deep escape in this carefree little world--full of why's. Z
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166 · Jul 2017
Wonder
Zel Jul 2017
All I was is you.
But all you were,
I can't seem to remember

I wonder how souls intertwined,
So ours might be

All I was,
I'm always full of wonder
You never. Z
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158 · Jul 2017
Beings
Zel Jul 2017
She was a thin line between two beings,
an artist and a musician.

He, a lover of arts and a master of mystery
Whilst, the other, grieved with past,
music lives within him,

And the way his eyes spark as he stares,
speak of something they never had before
Among those, only her knows it well
Hypnotized, and deeply fell for them

Both beings see her,
as a precious little gem.
A fragile creature,
yet untamed.

The one who loves art,
once painted the silence
that makes flower blooms--a magic,
enchanted by the tip of his paintbrush.

Now, with the mist of unknown existence and uncertainties,
she's entwined to the sound,
of another one's bittersweet song,
exquisitely sang for her.

A soulful lullaby sings underneath depths,
created by him,
where every melody
changes an end to a beginning.

They just love the sound of everything,
His and hers--an epitome of symphony. Z
Honestly, what did you think? I appreciate comments

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