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old willow May 13
A thousand year of times,
Southern river has since dried,
Dynasty long gone,
Worldly goods no longer remains,
Only fragmented memories of the ancient.
What was a blink of an eye,
Is a thousand-year below...
Capriccio Dec 2019
Its about all I can take
This woolly MAMMOTH
Extinction at stake

You make me SICK
which flaw will I pick

Your upturned SMILE
with sadness drawn across
for miles

Your metallic
sanguine thick SICK

You are platinum
White gold WITHERED

Metal breaks what
Sticks and STONES
Haylin Nov 2019
I am a broken glass.
I am an empty mug.
I am a withered pine.
I am a tasteless gum.
I am a burnt out pipe.
I am a falling star.
What should I do?
Where should I go?
madeline Sep 2019
Every summer’s dawn, I  bloom through the twinkle of the night. Every minute, I became less alone for they come and come and little by little I dissolve through a field of me. From east to west, is a mirror of my features.  my significance is nowhere to be found. I am blended in mosaic and the sky is my only escape. Why am I made of them? why are they made of me? from colors to shapes, how can someone identify me? here it comes! the majestic hour. the sun has completely surrendered herself to the sea. The palette of colors they made is my favorite frame. I shivered as I feel the whistle of nature. I can see the scenery, clearly. What is this? I can feel warmth and security. the intensity of touch, I am feeling it. he holds on to me. someone hold on to me. I am bewildered by his grip until his precious hold has composed a lullaby to me.
I was a construct of nature. I am filled with the winds and waves of my desire and the light of every piece I see. I’ve known my worth from his fingertips. Every memory sips my pigment and moist. I am love till I dry. I am kept until I perish.

I am a flower carrying every ounce of untold sentiments he has, surrounded by phrases that nourish his soul.
TheWitheredSoul May 2019
I know not every knitty, chubby white skinned,
curly bird nested messy haired girl with
a cute piglet like face is you
I still catch up with everyone of them just to make sure
I don't miss you once again.
I lost my loved one. Never make the one you love feel alone especially when you are there.
if you like it do checkout the other ones in my acc. ^_^
TheWitheredSoul May 2019
My dear For eon's  
I searched for closure ,
Closure on  what blended us together ,
Closure on what melded us forever,
Closure on what made us care for each other up until this very moment,
But dear after so much time I had to realize the very truth,
Our closure , it was never out in the world keeping us far from each other.
It was here right here
infront of us the whole time.

It lied in us being closer in this moment than the last,
drawing each other's breath
Till the air will no longer be a concern,
Till our hearts consume each other's soul,
Till I become yours and you ,while you become mine and me that's exactly where our Closure lies.
Closure is necessary but for us closure never existed. For What's sinned shall always be redeemed and for what's lost could always be found,I will never have closure on acceptance of the thought that I lost you even if it consumes what's left of me. I suffer by my choice of choosing you against the whole world for my choice will remain the same no matter what.
Amanda Mar 2019
This is not refusal of happiness
A desperate plea for attention
It is a manifest of emotion
Not some imaginary invention

There is a madness populating my head
Billions of shouting ugly voices
Every one an echo of my own
Spelling my lack of choices

Lately hopeless feelings have grown
A desolate cold orchard
Blossomed a place I belong
I'm welcome but also tortured

I have laid down my roots in quicksand
I'll be withered by afternoon
A pile of wilted petals
Unless I am picked by someone soon
Written 2/16/12
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.

Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold

Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.

I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.

Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
Thank you for that.

(Author Ven J. Arnold)
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.
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