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s Willow Jan 11
The darker armor
sits
still
on the stand.
sharp
blood dripping
sword
clenched in it’s fist.
sushii Dec 2018
when my eyelids close
you flit away
again today

when the sky darkens
the devil unburdens
giving all his sorrow to me behind the curtains

when the night is deep
the angels sleep
and with their consciousness goes the secrets they keep

when it begins to rain
it marks the return of the pain
eating away at my brain

when you hear the start of the etude
on comes the solitude
and you find it awfully rude

and when i'm done writing this poem
the colors will fade away
all of the hope sinking into the gray
for when it's typed and i can lock the box and put it away
i will have to return to a day of dismay
lia jay May 2018
words.
we speak them,
but do we always mean,
what we speak?

words.
they can brighten,
but, they darken as well.

words.
they are complicated.
is it easier just to not,
speak at all?

(l.j.t.)
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
Give me water nurture me
Leave me in the sun so I may feel warmth
Watch me grow although I notice not
Love me when some parts darken and wither away
Admire me although I don’t see my own vibrancy
Bring me inside when the weather is not too temperate

— The End —