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Alluring sun's warmth
Melting bonds which bore freedom
Was it worth the fall?
LM Aug 6
A thousand lies
A thousand tries
To escape

Promise to me-
Promise you'll be
Able to shape this
Anatomy of mine

A thousand years
A thousand tears
I will wait

Now I see that this body of mine-
My heart and soul aligned-
Matches my mind
LM Aug 6
In a sea of your tears,
Algid saltwater trickles down my throat,
Ice burning my lungs.

Each droplet of water in this vast ocean,
Is a memory of you,
And an opportunity lost.

You beg me to keep fighting,
To ignore the allure of inky abyss,
But I can't tell the surface from the seabed.

Beneath glassy waves I sink,
Isolated in endless blue,
Drowning in perpetual silence.
LM Jul 29
Seamlessly stringing melodies,
His hands dance over keys of ivory.
Dark eyes glimmer as the world falls away.
Nothing remains but sweet serenade.
LM Jul 29
Sweeping seas of grass,

Endless cerulean skies,

And peaks that pierce the welkin.

It is here that I rest,

Swathed in picturesque majesty,

Rather than your caress.
  Jul 26 LM
C Conner
Twilight blue rebounds behind
A great ridge of color
Calling for man
To stand before the night

From a distance
Quiet but restless
The brazen foliage always falls
Darkness follows every time
LM Jul 26
To hear them sing is ecstasy,
Melodies dancing above the ether.
Mortals could never reach their heights.
Blessed with songs sweeter than honey,
We bask in their ethereal beauty.
Each note is a stab in the heart,
Mended only by the seraph's serenade.

Their grandeur is so great
That one must shield their eyes.
With a voice as rich as a cello,
Even speech is bliss.
With lips as red as blood,
They sanctify the most mundane of words.
Nothing could compare.

Drunk on song,
And driven mad by their melodic laughter,
We thirst for their divine hymns.
Human vocals are beastly and crude,
Only worsening our hunger.
Still, we are torn away from perfection,
Pining for the music of angels.

We kiss their feet,
Begging to hear them sing once again.
Heartlessly, they turn away from us.
Never did we think that they would be so cruel.
Desperately, we cry out.
One last pitiful whimper,
Ignored by angelic virtuoso.
"If you heard the voices of angels, could you ever listen to music again?"
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