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  Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
I'm poring over your words...
Sophistication beyond compare
I can only savour in gulps
Such fantastic fare

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Your stars are sculpted out of porcelain
Whilst mine, white washed vinyl
Your haloed moon, commands immediate attention
Mine only hovers...
As elliptical paint over stencil

Oceans of yours brim full
Catching the shards from the noon day sun
When mine suffer from receding tides
Turning into stagnant estuaries
where water hardly runs

Myriad views from snow swept mountains
You paint perfect with delicate pairings
Stuck with a view from a porthole
Sometimes all I see,
are the vast expanses of tumultuous endings

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Still poring over all of your words
They all weigh much
but soar like feathers on birds
Artform fit for gods beyond compare
Drowning in the magic...
Of your incredible fare
For all you writers; new and old! Thank you for your words!
  Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
Marquis Hardy
I took a chance to believe in what I though I never would.
No, In what I thought I never could.
All it took was one night for you to create an orifice in my brain deep within my mind for you to reign free.
In utter disbelief coupled with relentless joy I let you there, and I left you there...
I felt it surging through my entire being-
the joy of having you.
It began changing me from the inside out, making me hope and believe in ways I never knew about.
But now you're gone, and I 'm wilting away like that of a dying rose that was once kissed by the sun, but now embraced by frost.
My world was cold.
My world was warm.
My world is null.
I've awaited you so patiently like a child afraid of the dark awaits the morning, vigilantly.
I'll be here
I'll exist here
I'll lie here
Always waiting for you...
The reoccurring solstice of my life.
I wrote this piece some time ago. It got lost with a bunch of work I wrote on loose paper. I really like it so I figured, better late than never.
Sam Ciel Aug 2015
Soft rain against glass
Silence speaking words we can't find
Our eyes close
Our minds race
Nothing happens.
And that's okay.
Reflecting on one of the better moments of a trip I took a few weeks ago.
  Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
Olivia Jane
YES
YES I'm a romantic, what's wrong with that?
The sound of the night makes me think of his laugh.
The crickets song, in all it's glory,
cannot compare to the sound of him snoring.
Silence, I find, is often quite scary...
but i love the silence when he's with me.

YES I'm a romantic I'm quite proud to say
that he makes me happy all night and all day.
I don't have much, but I have a dream and he's in it
with him charm and his looks and rather quick wit.

YES I'm in love with him I'm quite proud to say...
we fell in love in a car, driving across the bay.
peace
  Aug 2015 Sam Ciel
ryn
Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.

Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.

Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.

There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.

I've immortalised them here...
But in *invisible ink
...

Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...
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