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jinx Aug 8
What's the purpose of a flower?
To grow old is a crime.
To be in their prime is a punishment.

The more beautiful it is,
The more people would be attached to it,
More people would pluck it.

Being pretty is a crime?
Being pleasant is a punishment?

Begging god for a minute to live.
Some would give them to their lovers,
Others would give them to their dead loved one.

But—
Oh.
Weren't they supposed to stay?
In this eerie circle?
To make this liveable.
The night is drawing to a close
And the stars are slowly fading
Like a frame of negative that hasn’t been developed
Both are erasing by the light
But I have this picture in my mind
And the stars will appear again
On the sky or somewhere
Nobody knows yet.

Heavy clouds has covered the firmament
I am looking for some bright spot on it
There’s nothing, what a disappointment
It’s time for developing my images
Safely stored inside my heart
As a writer starts typing his new pages
A delicious story, passionate, smart
Am I ready yet?

I am blind in a dark room
That I've built to bring my pictures to life
To look at my stars, the pictures I have took  
And I almost lost, foolish, too brave
But the seeds of light will appear soon,
They’r going to assemble my images in while
I can't wait to see them, how do they look
Now or not yet?

The small miracle of creation has begun
I see my constellations again
Even though the sky is cloudy
Look there, at your skin
Thousand stars cover thy shoulders
Let me discover more of them
I will find small cosmos on your body
It has to be done yet.

There’s no time to be late
Before cold reason defeats my burning desire
And like a black hole destroys all the space
I won’t lost it on my discovering race
Lots of frames I have to collect still
And I am afraid, that my film negative will expire
Please believe in my observing skill
I can’t let thou go, not yet.
Winter nights are pushing us
out of our comfort zones:
warm hearts, heated rooms.
I abandoned both,
I am walking alone through dark streets,
the cold goes into my bones.

Uncounted billions of stars guide me on my paths.
Those silent companions, caught in time,
have been trembling in the deep space since eternity.
I am looking for my ancient gods,
those I chased away by my lechery.
It was my biggest crime.

So I am desolate now, then,
suffering for my sins in an endless reality.
This night is never going to its end.
I’v been frozen in time space since I don’t know when.
There is no young prince whom rescues me by his kiss.
All of them are avoiding my personality.

I'm cold, I'm on my knees with silent pray.
My dark heart beats slowly
as snow flakes are falling from the sky.
But only my demons are listening to my rogations,
they follow me on my desperate way.
I am too weak for any negations.

Even the street lights get dark.
The fear forces them to hide the street in the cloak of night,
to avoid this strange black suite.
Stars are only lighting the firmament, far away in safety space.
The darkness has swallowed everything
No one can see my crooked face.

I'm sitting tired on the tombstone
of my ancient god’s grave.
No man, this empty grave is mine.
I buried my heart there.
But the light of hope peeks from afar,
I still should be saved, come on!
Return to me and bring me the light my Apollon.
emgwrites Aug 8
You are just as tempting as the sea on a sunny day.
Jayami Aug 8
Surrounded by the murkiest shades of grey
I find myself torn, lost and dazed
A heart forlorn, longing for the blissful days
Of just black and white, so plush and plain.
Steve Page Aug 8
Today, I'm taking a day of rest
The first in a long time

Life on aeroplane mode
Picnic in a park
Walking with my Maker
No agenda
Just pleasure

Or at least, that was the intention.

Life on city mode
Festival in a park
Walking through fiestas
Constant clamour
Pierced pleasure
Rest is rare these days. Rarer in London apprently.
Infamous one Aug 8
Y6
Sad to see them go retirement earned
From youthful to old wisdom of a mentor
Those white hairs take over
Wrinkles adding to ****** feature
Doing what they love for a living
Now pursuing hobbies time with family
The time has passed enjoy the freedom
Make the most with what remains
Free from the routine and stress
A job well done time to live life to the fullest
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