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July and I competed in spills,
in length of days and butterflies.
Everything keeps coming around,
while part of me quietly dies.
Mercy

       He was a lonely man who set
Out on an unknown journey
His heart had been broken
Yet for love he was still thirsty

She was also broken on her own path
At the same place they stopped to eat
Everything was by chance and
Somehow their eyes would meet

But it was doomed from the start
Each having a love that turned to dust
There was an overwhelming emotional
Barrier, love was hard to trust

She kept herself distant but demanded
Him to be close at her side
He was forced to share his feelings
But hers she insisted to still hide

Once again he put his heart on the line
Questioning why did the witches curse me
In his pain and anger he cried
Out to God begging for Mercy

Written By:Charles Kean
08/04/2025
Melina 7d
Even if it hurts
Come follow me
Back into bad habits
Where nothing mattered
But our faces felt like one
Where laughs were returned
And when we felt the sun
Even if it hurts
We know each other's names
And you know where to find me
Even if it hurts
Don't feel ashamed
Even if it hurts - Tei ****, Blood Orange
Hey hon, I know you're right,
And I'm sorry it took me this long to accept it.
You are my light in the dark night,
And I know I'm not enough for you I admit.

I can't compete with your beauty I know that's true,
And it's okay if he is worthy to hold you near.
I'll hold the thought of you though it is askew,
Be happy, I'll disappear, but if you need me I'll appear.

With you, it was a movie I can't deny,
It ended with a twist, I wish I could write our fate, not just these lines of prose.
Your presence is gone, but a tape full of memories to comply,
My lens still captures your gaze, and I'm waiting for it to dispose.

Should I stay, as I promised, though you’ve long been gone?
Or drown in this void, would letting go be wrong?
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful
Pour a drink into this vessel,
this solemn animal.

Pour a want into this heart,
this bastardized gaze.

Pour a drink into this mouth,
these parched lips.

Pour a kiss into this mouth,
this withered heart.

Pour a breath into this soul,
this breathless life.

Pour cyanide down my throat,
as you sing lullabies into my ear.
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