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Is it happening again
You're right on time
This ache is a calling card and the
Silence that grows with it follows
One side stepping the other in a
Waltz we know too well
Please speak before there's no room left
and we become lousy artwork
on opposing walls
Your pattern is a clouded mirror and
I need to know if there will be something
to celebrate or if my pressed lips will be against the bottle at midnight
Common place we masquerade in the light, when aligned right
Inspiration shows a fairer view
There's a canvas in every staircase
Documenting the basic human life
Unbearable solace comes unannounced
Resurrection of real talk floods the avenue
Old Bloods make room for the young ones
Knowing every generation counts
Commotion may pause
I'm allowed
To walk through
I lean when I pass because of earned place
It's well known, when writing
I'm consumed
Lyrical I deliver truths open minded in a closed space
Spiritual
Been the reborn force in a puddle
Saw my reflection unfazed in a monsoon
Outlined the losses with chalk, talk about those lost like legends
When in reality that is peace we are all due
Outstretched arms traced
A border on spilt maroon
Tear jerkers that flinch, when you're hesitant
Stone face for a moment
Then they got you
On the surface a milestone to gain an inch of momentum
If a green leaf speaks of a future
You better plant a seed somewhere protected from the weather and concrete
I have never seen a stone bloom
I have a wound which
the eye cannot see.
Making riddles out of the obvious.
My heart yet not comprehend,
the impervious mischief of brokenness.

A splash of ennui amidst
the savoring intellect.
Listlessness and apathy
endures mortality.

My heart grew fond
of my own enmity.
Bitterness is truancy
that rivals denouement.

Oh my sweet lacksey-daisy heart,
where do I go from here?
Round and round in the roundabout.
River I kept swimming
head over heels.

I'm thinking of a thought
that I don't understand.
As soon as I admit
I'm alive, I am dead.

They say when you're lonely,
you think too deeply.
Maybe, but I don't care.

Should I go swimming?
Or should I be drowning?
I don't know the difference anymore.

White is black, black is white.
But there is no gray.

Oh my sweet lacksey-daisy heart,
do you believe me?
I don't care.

They say good things about me.
But what does it mean
to look beyond me?
I'm already in the middle,
right before I even started.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
Little droplets of blood,
Like little sprinkles of rain
Sadness was like a flood
Only dammed by my pain
My roses had turned to ashes,
With petals made of glass
On my arms were gashes
As I waited for this feeling to pass
The world spun so fast,
Holding onto a knife
I was gazing at the past,
Unsure of my life
For you never know what tomorrow will bring,
If with sorrow you will cry or if with joy you will sing
4.20.2016... this was a sonnet I wrote for an English assignment. I didn't end up turning it in (along with a few other sonnets I wrote which I might post soon because of the slight fear of being sent to the counselor's office, but I feel like sharing it since tomorrow is the New Year and it's this bright fresh lovely opportunity for everybody. Thank you for reading :)
A year fell off from the tree evergreen
Like the autumn leaves flew off from the seasonal beauty serene.

The leaves flew back to the shades of tree
To accomplish its unfulfilled desires gathered in sands of time.

**** not the desire,
**** not the hope,
As long your soul lightens your life.

You have a fruit laden tree to hang on.
While your roots have soil deep to struck on!

Happy New Year 2017!
Long before title,
  and long before name

A wish was granted,
—to begin again

A legacy ransomed,
  escape from the night

A voice breaking through,
—calling into the light

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Our bodies are facing
The arms of dawn.
Conflicts of our skins
From night's reverie
Floating with fading purple.
Still lost in the depth of
Your starry mouth,
Particles of me
Merging into the universe.
Mingled thoughts
Under mingled fingers
Making galaxies crumbled
Time after time
Inside my closed eyes,
As I'm being washed by your
Warm luminosity.
I'm overwhelmed as Merged got selected as a daily poem. It means a lot to me. I'm grateful to all the poet-readers of HP. I wouldn't be able to achieve it without their support. Thanks a lot ❤
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