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You'll notice him in the busy streets of Peru, dodging vendors and laughing like the sun. You'll notice her at a small diner past 2 a.m, lost in thought, melancholy notes on their smile. You'll notice him on a cobble corner wearing bold colours and singing about the lives he's lived and the fools he's loved. You'll notice her on mountain peaks, soaking in the wind with twigs in her hair. You'll notice him weaving flower crowns and writing in his journals, squinting into the hot sky with dew on his lips. You'll notice her kneeled on the side of the road, comforting a small animal with the voice of sweet honey. You'll notice them, dancing at sunset, colours streaking across their face. You'll notice them running through meadow fields in the early hours of the morning. You'll notice them laughing like the wind, smiling like velvet, with whispfill sparks in their eyes as they sit by the waves at dawn. They are the sun and the moon The sky and the sea Fire and the ice They're not likely to tell you who's who, In fact they're not likely to tell you who they are at all. But even without the spoken reveal Even without the clarity of meaning, When you see them. You'll notice
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Heat and Evening
The goddess of nature, she was there for every last heart beat stilled. Droplet spilt upon mother earth, feeding an unquenchable thirst. Collecting every last breath, she never possessed, there last exhaling breath. But the warrior of the grass lands she gave respect. Never was one perfection of creation. Woven within the embrace to bring order to a chaos that haunts the tall grass.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
Between The Tall Grasses
In November, the thought of pain cripples me to tears In June, I am  an invincible goddess On Mondays, I can withstand the **** of a  warriors blade On Thursdays, I flinch at the slightest needle ***** At midnight, I’ll survive the fires of hell At noon, I crumble at one touch
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
Pain's Mood-Swings
A web of contusions that collect in strands of consciousness, bruised sometimes but always intact. Collecting every moment and delicately dissecting every word as if though removing a tumour of ill refection. Showing the strength of one empowered by her surroundings, But consumed but her twilight memories..
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
She Collected Her Medals
Yes, the first time I saw you i stood in awe Yes the first time I spoke to you my mind froze Yes the first time we hung out my brain was rattled Yes, the first time we hugged my mind was at peace Yes, the first time we kiss my heart will hold  still But no, my heart holds no fear My mind, a calm sea In a state of peace. Today I look at you and see A beautiful woman with eyes to be lost in. A woman like a goddess, to admire in awe. A rare experience to be absolutely happy through a simple glance. Always know that i would give up everything so you could enjoy it all.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
The First Time
You're trancending at every turn You evaporate my troubles into mist Your smile entrances the angels Your elegance stills the roaring giants It is you that bekons my fate your mind sharpens the mighty sword of wisdom. For time has treated you well A beauty embellished with grace Your essence sparkles like majestic jewls your presence so precious, so warm yet so cool.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Her gift
A goddess of all Rules with a kind, playful heart Works and plays all day, Not a minute astray Happiness to all who meet her gaze They will surely be in a daze Her face always towards paper She'll put it down, only later. Helps her escape... From the madness and insanity, Known as her world. Betrayals and struggles... Between her superiors And Lust Escape is a must She finds herself in a realm Under dark forces rule. She smiles, as she fights To forget her past so cruel In the midst of her battles She meets a man Young but old He's been here before, From the stories he told Their time is brief, But worthwhile Hail from the same realm One human, the other a goddess One account pleasant, the other vile Returning to the Goddess' home of gold The human scoffs for he can see the mold Lust attacks, Using her assets to keep him More than intact He backs away, drawing his sword He will attack, even his lords No time wasted No stone unturned As more time faded They grew more firm He knew he must protect her But doesn't know why A past obligation? A long-awaited friend? Was he in love with her? Whatever it was He never brought down his guard Even while having fun He never let up From suitors trying to marry her To her superior's tyranny, He never let go of this sword To expel villainy Their individual chapters close From having fun, to slaying foes The sun sets, he continues his duty Thus, opens another entry As her Eternal Sentry.
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
The Eternal Sentry
she awoke one morning to find wings upon her back spread out across the length of her room she had trouble getting out of the door and every room she left and house she exited she knocked things askew destroyed more and more she met a boy down-town of a similar strange sort he was covered, every single last inch of him in crawling, hugging spiders his face was obscured and his tongue black as he spoke, more came from his throat fatter, hairier, wider they fled together to a beach where a big bonfire sat and around, for hundreds, in the fog, were others others like them; outsides varied, insides same there were some with wings too, the girl saw but all stopped what they were doing as a sound was heard and eyes turned toward the colossal flame the people sat and gathered at the fire's base, close-knit she linked arms with an old man with tears pouring from each wrinkle and a little girl made of air this crowd watched, enraptured for hours like moths until the bonfire spluttered, stuttered, went to sleep and wrote in the charcoal left: 'despair' the boy with the spiders took her aside; his hands tickled he bade the girl to wade out with him, into the swash which giggled beseechingly at her toes, flecked with frost the crowd of the beach overheard, and together they all joined to slink into the fog and ocean depths united to become, like the people of the night before them: eternally lost.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Lyssa's Bridge is Underwater
She is the kind of girl Whose hips you watch sway, Whose hair sweeps her back, Whose knows her name in history. The corners of her mouth Are perpetual and unchanging; Pulled in a taught steady smile Bearing a daring snarl without exposing any teeth. Her eyes blink slowly; her chin dips slightly, Extending her sharp gaze under soft shadows, Rearing her pupils as the horns of anangry bull, And bowing her head to be crowned
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Apatite