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Harsh words spoken
Are an arrow that
Pierces one’s heart
Leaving its mark, a wound
That can slowly heal with time

The one who slings such arrows
In their bitterness
Wounds their own heart as well

The difference is…

The arrow the wielder receives
Leave such a wound
That erodes over time
With its bitter sting
Robbing them of
Empathy
Kindness
And compassion

Harsh words spoken
Harms all within its vicinity
Leaving some to recover slowly
And many who will recover, not at all

The best course of action
Is inaction
Leaving harsh words
Unspoken

Kelly Rose
October 9, 2015
Is dalliance a sweeter state
Due to it's evanescence?
As human beings do we just seek
Ephemeral acceptance?
Or do we yearn eternity
And dwell on it erstwhile
Knowing that our truer selves
Will furtively beguile?
Is affection what we deign to be
A dulcet, soft concession
A short reprieve, a known repose
For sanity's repression?
How much is conscious harmony
How much is chemistry
And what then for the subtle myth
Of serendipity?
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The phoenix who dreams
Blush more red than two sunsets
She's my katauta sweetheart
John Archievald Gotera © 2015
I was once afraid
Of how you would perceive me
Then, you held my hand
Oh, I felt for real

A tight grip of your fist
You transfer your energy of comfort
Once it’s inside of me
My heart converts this feeling into love
A love dispersed throughout my body
Profusely tingling everywhere
You can see my body language as evidence
How it feels so true
A feeling, which I thought, existed only in my reverie

And when you’re away
I long for that feeling
Was that love an illusion?
I want to get a better taste of that feeling once again
And this time
I’ll be scrutinizing your gentle face

Our coils of aura soothing one another
How it feels, it feels so fine
I was a calamity inside, but you eased my chaos
My chaos now inert
And this time
I’ll make sure to nurture what your heart desires

We’ll gaze into each other’s tiny hearts
And have them intertwined
Being around you, my heart will adapt to yours
I can’t be without you
And this time
I’ll make sure all will last
This Time is the very first poem I've written.

Misty Dawn Road
John Archievald Gotera © 2012 - 2015
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