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 Dec 2018 raphæl
Inkheart
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 Dec 2018 raphæl
Inkheart
She often said ‘I love you’
But not for statement of a fact
She just liked the way it sounded
To hear someone say it back
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Sadly, I've forgotten the melody
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Ayan
Artists
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Ayan
Strokes of paint,
Smudged over the face.
Hiding below it
The skin fades.

                The touch remains -
                That of a mother's hands
                Over her child's face.

For behind the canvas
Is where the art is,
And it's not up to us
To make a masterpiece.
But to try...
...Is what makes us artists.
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Hello Daisies
8pm
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Hello Daisies
8pm
Now 8pm feels like 4am
I'm running off of nothing
Dark blood bleeds from my face
twisted thing is I'm too far gone to care this is the way i am
Im so tired im working so hard trying ro get better and its getting worse the nose bleeds wont stop they go on for so long my body is weaker everyday and i just hope i die
Nothing is ok and never will be again
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Crow
Catechism
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Crow
How do I go
When my absence melts you
How do I turn away
When I am immersed in you

What else can I see
If you are all my vision
What can draw my mind
If you are each thought

Are you truly alone
While you are surrounded by fears
Are you left without voice
While you scream in silence

Is there a limit to my rekindlings
As I extinguish with each last look
Is it possible to breathe
As lungs fill with endless calls to you

At what point could there be too much us
Though there is never enough
At what point is pain exhausted
Though the void of apart is limitless

Where is the end of empty
Can it be found when we are cleft
Where do we cease to touch
Can we be disjoined at any point

Why do we bleed with stilled hearts
Must away be bottomless
Will actuality ever come right
Do we survive, or die trying
Catechism - A set of questions put as a test

Though most often thought of as religious in nature, it need not be
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