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 Mar 2015 theinvincible
D I A
Cracked images
Stained glass
Each piece arranged
In an interlacing jaggered masterpiece
Tears fall
Tracing paths
Highlighting the intricate symbols
Liquid crystals in the dying light
Sparkling pearls upon living glass
Dexterous additions
To the visual symphony.

The storm grows
The heavens pour
Colours flash amongst the greys
It tastes like salt.
 Mar 2015 theinvincible
oni
i stopped
breathing
and my
soul
left my
body
but my
ghost
is still
here
and refuses
to leave
 Mar 2015 theinvincible
Kristica
saying*  *i love you  out of habit vs. **meaning it
 Mar 2015 theinvincible
S R Mats
The leaf, dried, wrinkled;
A life aging, it is mine.
Greening gone forever.
This is a bit more tradition in its syllable count (I hope).
I think I fall under the category of
The Hopeless Romantic
And the thing about about me,
The  tricky  thing of
hopeless romantics
Is that,
when I say hello to someone,
(And that hello is magical )
When I fall in love
I never  Imagine that
That  Hello can turn into a good bye
And when I have a first kiss with someone
I never  ever  imagine that someday
That could turn into a last kiss.
I wish you weren't so perfect..
so beautiful that losing everything seems like its worth it..
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