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maxx Feb 22
I see you in the space between streetlights,
where the wind tastes like October
and the leaves whisper your name.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back there,
but memory is a cruel, old house—
doors always open, floorboards aching.

You left your sweater in my closet,
a ghost I never learned to bury.
I wear it when the air gets cold,
pretending it still smells like you,
pretending I don’t feel like the house we built
has been condemned.

It’s funny how we used to love the fall,
how we swore we’d never be like them,
the people who left when things got hard,
the people who stopped saying goodnight.
And now, I walk past strangers
wearing your face in their shadows,
and you, somewhere,
are learning how to love without me.

I don’t know what’s scarier—
the ghosts, or the fact
that I let myself become one.
inspired by halloween by noah kahan, but not incredibly obvious
Saanvi Feb 19
Her beauty is breathtaking,
As she lies strewn on the cursed ground
Raven hair touching and staining the azure lake.
She looks like a tragic romance novel personified.
Hands bent at odd angles,
Dress a bit torn.
It seems she simply got lost in this forest,
Her once pink lips are now disappearing as maggots crawl out of them.
Did she drown in this harmless pool?
There's no blood.
Perhaps she just let go..
Even in death, one can look so pretty..
I can imagine her youthful smile, now her skin is forever frozen.
Did someone come looking for her?
Or did she slowly disperse in the wind?
With nobody caring where she went away.
The sunlight casts a golden sheen on the lilies floating in the pond water.
The now dead woman was perhaps an angel crawling out of the water.
No, she is not a woman.
She is still an angel,
Sleeping peacefully.
What a pity, the cool ripples of the water that once seemed inviting, just suffocate
At the end of the day.
What can give you life and beauty
Can also **** you in the blink of an eye
And that too ruthlessly.
To float in the water,
Like an angel with clipped wings,
Suspended by the weight of waves..
May seem like the dream to live
Until the waves crush your lungs, stop your beating heart, make your skin pale and mark bruises on your hands.
What might appear beautiful,
Can also be hollow and empty.
Beauty consumes and claims its spot without any mercy.
To surrender to all passions of life without thought and logic, to become one with the blue of the sky and the ocean, even if it costs me my life...
(Ethereal Choir)
Choir (Whispering)
"Golden light, a fleeting shadow
The hunter’s heart, the nymph’s escape.
Fate’s cruel hand, the sun’s bright arrow
Love is a wound, a fleeting shape."

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2. First Movement: "Apollo’s Lament"
(Male Solo – Apollo / Lyre Leitmotif)
Apollo:
"I am the sun, the song, the flame,
Yet you elude my burning name. * 
Your laughter haunts the forest air—  
A melody I cannot bear.

I’ll chase you through the endless green,
Through rivers, rocks, and skies unseen.  
For in your flight, I see my fate—
A love that burns, yet comes too late."

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3. Second Movement: "Daphne’s Flight"  
(Female Solo – Daphne / Flute Leitmotif)*  
Daphne:  
"I am the wind, the stream, the tree,  
No chains of gold will capture me.  
Your light is fierce, your touch a brand—
  
I’ll flee your fire, I’ll make my stand.  

The earth will shield me, roots will rise,  
My branches stretch to claim the skies.  
Your love is fire, but I am free—
  
A laurel’s crown, not destiny."  

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4. Third Movement: "The Transformation"  
(Choir & Orchestra Swell, Tragic)  
Choir:  
"Roots entwine, the bark takes hold,  
Her breath becomes the forest’s gold.  
The sun still burns, the chase is done—
  
Her heart is wood, her soul the sun."  

(Apollo’s Despair)  
Apollo:  
"No! I am light, I am the flame,  
Yet you are gone, and I’m to blame.  
Your leaves will whisper in the breeze—
  
A song of love that never frees."  

(Daphne’s Final Words)  
Daphne:  
"I am the tree, the wind, the sky,  
No longer yours, yet still I sigh.  
Wear my crown, remember me—
  
A love that lives eternally."  

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5. Finale: "Laurel’s Lullaby"  
(Choir & Orchestra, Bittersweet)  
Choir:  
"Golden chains and laurel veils,  
The sun still weeps where Daphne trails.  
Her branches cradle every dawn—
  
A love immortal, never gone."  

(Apollo’s Resolve)  
Apollo:  
"I’ll wear your leaves, your crown of green,  
And in your shade, I’ll dream unseen.  
Though you are tree, and I am flame,
  
Our love will burn in nature’s name."  

(Closing Choir, Fading)  
Choir:  
"The sun and tree, forever bound,  
In whispered winds, their love is found.  
A laurel’s sigh, a golden ray—
  
Apollo’s heart, Daphne’s way."  

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The ode I wrote for **Apollo and Daphne** tell the story of their tragic love through poetic imagery and emotional depth.
Blaire Blues Jan 30
Act I
Enter two navies inspecting a robbery scene, Norman staring at a table on a stage full of empty shuffled tea cups and scattered roses.

Norman: well wouldn’t you see! isn’t this the most balanced tea!

Enter Dover eyeing the table and Norman with sharp inspection.

Dover: what the shambles you mean? (picking a rose up)

Norman:oh the shambles! where’s the gleaming fire within the clear clouds!

Dover:what even caused such a commotion?

Norman: oh what’s the withered moon without the staggering sun! the founded prism underneath the leaves when they hum
the lookers- instead of the rounds could have taken onboard routes!

Dover stands unsure as Norman roams around like he’s on shore.

Dover: what’s buzzing in that wits of yours?

Norman halts all of a sudden picking up the pieces of a broken glass, roses, and stems.

Norman: fine time how it had tethered! if the tea cups hadn’t fallen under ink of roses on their surface! then who’d rip the poor roses out their wombs!

Dover listening to Norman, picks up the labeled teabag’s paper inspecting.

Awfully surprised Dover reads.

Dover: Sugarlime Tea? how’d that not succumbed from thrills of morbid totes! my heavened lord!

Norman halts amidst his tumble around the lowered velvet curtains.

Norman: oh that must’ve been treading on dreadful strings that led to delightful things— thorns in their cups but roses around their mugs just like vibrant flowers inhaled beneath wooden brutes!

swords do twist oftentimes!, just like forsworn letters carved inside hearts oh how the mighty wind had rumbled their grounds their cups! their roses! their mugs!

It must’ve been when the lime in that whiff had hit! oh do come abrupt thrills! to forsaken wills!

Dover shakes his head exasperated.

Dover: not even the hastiest of blades could highlight your lines you rot witted Norman! if anything but, sons of your lips could fill all those bare rugged stones!

End act 1
Yourshadow Feb 1
I loved you dearly
Yet I forced you away
It was for the best
Yet I wish you’d stay
Why couldn’t things work out between us
Nikola Dominis Dec 2024
Last night,
at your grave,
without tears and flowers,
one already spent candle
lit up in late hours.
It’s a sad sight,
casting melancholy shadows,
last night, on your grave,
one candle to its end it goes.
And I wouldn’t swear
it wasn’t stolen,
perhaps placed there
by a human shadow with soul in,
or maybe someone tragic,
a wanderer from the margins.
When I think about it,
I feel a sense of longing.
Do they wander here,
and as the last flame will be andel,
it sadly extinguishes,
the flame of a spent candle.
And it’s as if with it,
from memory, it vanished,
when the last flame of candle
ceased to be banished.
Last night,
at your grave,
without tears and flowers,
one already spent candle
lit up in late hours.
Zee Nov 2024
I've played with demons.
As the bright light dwindled.

Got burned by their lies.
I was the moth to their flame.

Dancing with the darkness.
Without a warning sign.

It seemed chaos.
Was my only vice.

Maybe I asked for it.
Just this time.

They took me in.
They spat me out.

Made a home out of my bones.
Made me bleed with a smile.

Some would say I'm tragic.
Some would say I'm manic.

That I'd take a nightmare.
More than I'd take living.

I guess the demons in my dreams.
Are also hidden angels underneath.

As they save me from this aching reality.
Viktoriia Oct 2024
when the time comes
i want my story to be told
from a place of love,
i want to to know
that there was someone
somewhere
who gave a ****,
even if just a little bit.
please don't twist my words,
don't turn my intentions
into long-term plans,
'cause there is nothing long-term
about the way
somebody's life ends.
i used to have a vision
but at some point
i made a decision to try my luck,
so when the time comes
my only hope is
that my story is told by someone
who gives a ****.
Randy Johnson Oct 2024
When it came to that dog's heart, his owner's death sure did break it.
He lost his master and his best friend and he simply couldn't take it.
He stayed at his owner's grave and he would continuously howl.
When I tried to move him, he snapped at me and he would growl.
I gave him food but he wouldn't eat and he starved to death.
He couldn't live without his owner and he took his final breath.
A veterinarian tried to help the dog but he growled and snapped at him too.
The vet wanted to save the dog's life but sadly, there was nothing he could do.
The dog was miserable and he was determined to die.
The vet and I couldn't save his life but we sure did try.
Now that dog is with his master in Heaven above.
He couldn't go on because he lost the human who he loved.
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