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Every Breath we breathed
Cold winter air

So it merely seemed
Lonely standing there.

*Silver has always been my friend
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Depression is a weight in my stomach
Fire on my cheeks
But ice beneath
Conspire Conspire
Against my deadly desire
I don't want to loose you…

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Burning is something beautiful
Flames licking the air
Reaching
Trying to get ahold
Just a grasp
A handful of the night
It tries to hold it up
But
It has no real support
Yellow flames
Gold
White, and red
Orange and green,
Lowering to blue
Just like the Aurora Borealis
The coals smolder
When the fire flicks out
Embers glowing orange
Cinders
And
Ashes
All that's left is black and grey
Shale and ash
Coal black
Sparkling in the sun
It kills
It burns
It hurts
Everything in its path

Everything about fire
Is beautiful.
Ahkira

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Hard-wired to hold on
Forced to wait
Scouring spines
I can’t escape

I stepped into the unknown
                                                        A­nd,


Rugged teeth bite down on my flesh
Ripping me a gaping set
Drenched in blood and honesty
Convert it that to gunpowder too

My doubts tighten to a degree
Like rusty wires cutting my throat
Isn’t it already hard enough to swallow your beauty?

How can you tell I’m cold
If you’ve never touched my skin?
How can you tell I’m hurt
If there are no wounds?


Your voice is on the roof of my mouth


With every ounce of my blood left
And the very last of my breath in my lungs
I’ll let down my guard
And you’ll break me
                                      *
*again.
My Mikoto
I guess answers aren't found in the pouring rain

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I'm chasing dragons
Black on black
Even her eyes
Tell me I'm worthy
Liars aren't worth their weight
In gold
This dragon's got my hand
Suggga
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Sometimes I stare up at the sky
And count the stars.
But I can never finish before they move on.
The skyline is hate
It pulls the lights out.
I watch in silence as they disappear with a sigh.
My stomach churns at the thought;
The stars are gone.
It’s just a shot in the dark
But it’s aimed right at my throat.
I stare for hours
Days
Weeks
Months
Years.
Time is dead.
I gaze up forever
Just to see a glimpse,
Of those beautiful stars.
But the sun never sets,
The sky never grows dark.
The night never unfold its feathers.
But even then,
I swear I can see one unmoving light,
But it’s gone when I blink.
Maybe it’s my imagination
Maybe I’m going crazy.
After all
I’ve never been able to finish before they’re gone.
My Ahkira
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I have no gifts for you,
                                                 my love
Only a fruitless heart to share
fruit·less
ˈfro͞otləs/
adjective

1.
failing to achieve the desired results; unproductive or useless.
"his fruitless attempts to publish poetry"
synonyms: futile, vain, in vain, to no avail, to no effect, idle; pointless, useless, worthless, wasted, hollow; ineffectual, ineffective, inefficacious; unproductive, unrewarding, frustrating, profitless, unsuccessful, unavailing, barren, for naught; abortive; archaicbootless
"fruitless negotiations"
antonyms: productive
On my throne
Your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful.



*I have to find you
On my throne
Tsk tsk tsk

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Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
A numb feeling is set in place,
Unremovable, and too deep to find.
I let the shadows swallow me,
So alone is all I know,
My hidden face from the world,
Too selfless to let it show.
But through the muted darkness,
I see him fall and fold,
Just beyond my touch,
Beyond me to be so bold.
Instead I let him go,
Hoping I did what was right.
He was my fulfilling purpose,
My  only living life.
I skipped a page in a missing book,
and filled myself with a lie,
I told them that I didn’t care,
I turned away and never said goodbye.
Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
Everyday I look at myself and ask;
What have I left behind?

*Everything.
An old poem from January 16th, 2014.
For an old friend, Ahkira

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