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raphæl Jul 2018
a wan moonlight wades
the pond of the cold tiled floor
beaming existence
I could look up yet choose a
reflection of its presence
raphæl Aug 2018
they don't know, nor care
they laugh over her battle
of despair and rage
of how she crawled to get to
that desk they see as her cage
If only we could eradicate bullying, even if it means we eradicate our very own race.
raphæl Aug 2018
I looked at the bay
it glared back streaks of sunrise
a soul at my shore
the fleeting burn tells my own
I have known those eyes before
raphæl Aug 2018
enlightenment in
perceiving one's existence
comes with suffering
of knowing one's nothingness—
reason to stop existing
raphæl Aug 2018
your dark ocean eyes
surpass the depths I have known
will your tides be here?
if I ever scared your waves,
will you want to conquer fear?
raphæl Aug 2018
with faith I prayed at
your halls, awaiting advent
a priceless heaven
until they charged some coin for
a bottle of your spirit
raphæl Aug 2018
long streets make tired feet
her words formed intersections
as if roads could rhyme
from the last dead end, i hope
to walk with her one more time
raphæl Sep 2018
the flares of my eyes
are nothing but a warning
that fire seeks the air
found in sacred cavities
of your heart and memories
I hope you dislike me.
When facing escape
A Door leading out, one fears.
Nothing you have known.
The devil you know right ?
All I hear is you are comfortable in hell/naraka when the void(possibility) is a step away. Do not fear change for its existence, like death, it's an inevitable and necessary function. Read the italics and know a truth
girl diffused Mar 2018
Woman,
strictly
be
a

r
i
v
e
r
unto
your
self.
a/n: As it snows heavily here, and I'm cocooned in drifting flurries of white, this just rooted itself inside of my mind. It wouldn't let go. It demanded to be written. I think those are the most sincere types of writing.
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