one foot in front of the other
the miles proceed to sky rocket
although the time is not wasted
for its minutes counted in kisses
and eternity held in your smile
the day sets with the sun
for then the stars come out to play
we dance beside licking flames of a bonfire
and we drink to the memories to be forgotten
we chant to the morning
wishing it refuses to return
our eyes trace each other's figure
for madness of desire settles in
as every second freezes when you hand holds mine
and fingers trace across defined jaw lines
distance seems to be far away in the mist of the mountains
held only in a creative imagination

There is no Elixir for the wounds you inflict
Even if there was
You would have dried up its source long ago

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When depression raises it ugly head
Often its simple cause lies in
The second hand treatment meted
by someone you care.

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Find pleasures in small things in life
In activities that satisfy you
You don't have to be a know it all!

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Sometime you forge ahead saying every thing will be fine
Then you look back for support
And there's none.

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Do what you wanna do, who cares actually.

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It is the pain of this mad ache
Which dulls my senses
Highly inebriated, going back for more.*

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Once upon a time there was a lonely girl
In this big ol' world

She walked around with her head down

And she always felt like she was drowning
Never said a word, but she was treated like dirt.

Volume I – Awakening
In sleep, her thoughts crossed all dimensions steep.
Rested souls collect aged feelings through faith.
Her breaths slowly brought forth life from the deep.
Dreams and nightmares ceased here like a dark wraith.
Uneasiness stirring in her soul's debts.
Darkness clawing, her spirit now unfurled.
Reawakened through plagued, darkened onsets,
She found herself alone in this false world.
Lucidity sparking with thoughts of "Why?"
Contemplation flaring, questioning "What?"
"The first step is the hardest," they did lie,
For trekking this wasteland opened a cut.
Years of confined thought now gone from this zone—
He suddenly grasped her hand with his own.

Volume II – Potential
Burning brightly, lavender eyes scanned her
As her own sight of faded gold quivers.
A solitary voice, ruffled as fur.
"What is your name, child of deathly shivers?"
Her lips trembled with worries of unknown,
"Your presence makes me feel ever unsafe."
Violet irises with doubt renown,
"'Tis you—not I—who should worry right now."
His hand smoothed her hair slowly like a dove.
His tone spears the void sharp—his words dictate,
"Do you know what you are capable of?
The powers you hold will eradicate."
Incessant speeches fearfully incur
The future which he now entrusts to her.

Volume III – Transformation**
He raised his hands which sheathed a lustrous light.
Within his palm—a fragmented stone jewel.
"This amethyst awakens overnight
And will be the catalyst of your rule."
He spoke in calm despite her confusion
As he gave her the shining bright birthstone.
Oh, how it resonated, infusion
With her soul and aura becoming known.
As his stature faded to white, his voice
Flew through the sky, her now lilac eyes bright.
"Intervened, your destiny has no choice—
With my eyes now, spill her blood by dawn's light."
Through the mirror, they meet; pure aria
Of fate now shifts her name—Samathia.

With almost exactly the same number
Of followers and haikus,
I wonder if I'll reach 1000 hearts,
60 followers, and 250 poems at the same time.

I found out just now
One fourth of my poems here
Are all haikus. Cool.