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Joseph Aaron Nov 2014
An endearing gesture, the respited conjecture.
   Fidelity to be measured within the length of our arms,
To be faithful to ends in which gratitude is yet yearned.
    Within the brazen walls of such lasting impressions,
The only abstract love is of the confessions.

Let the sincerity of words touch your stricken heart,
  Before this world ends, before affliction starts.
Trust these words of wisdom that age cannot exactly tell,
  Listen to the gallows of before a winter fell.

The warmth in your veins mingles with the red of mine,
Under the sported remains of a husk of refrain.
   Be the wind to guide the loose leaves of a summers passed,
   Be the loving gesture of a lasting lovers grasp.
Shobhit Apr 2018
The day she said goodbye,

I

Lost control,
Overdosed on
****** and
Exhaled all the
Desires to go sane.

HELPLESSLY hopeful.
ENDLESSLY enraged.
RESPITED from breathing again.

Letters in a bundle
INKED with
KISSES of her
Electrocuted my brain.

A goodbye my poison, my bane.

Lunatic nights,
Oblivious days,
Venom in the air,
ESSENCE of the pain.

Starcrossed and ******.
Overdue love and lust.
Never enough for your trust.
Gave her the gold, the dust remains...
Antonia LS Kofod Feb 2020
She spent years in the barren corridors of the ravine,
Shunned the hands that cared
And her soundless wails; muted--.
Muted by the critters she created.
Those malicious fidgety and stupid grins!

When they slung from their stony sleep.
Night after night they would ogle down to her--
Night after night they would plummet into her--
Imbibing her vital fluids
This was her resolve--

Their sharp claws dug in deep,
A body like the surface of the moon.
Hairy claws that snapped sinews
Sinews of fragile bridges arching over flaming wounds;
Lava crack motifs glowing underneath--.

Who are they to bully her?
She could hear their curly voices commanding her:
‘’Waltz you foolish nymph. Waltz!’’
They would chuckle and they would whisper to each other:
‘’Oh, look at how it jigs’’.

She respited--
A demented laugh that's all it took--.
She uncurled herself out of that psychotic knot
Depleting all the verve, which she was saving to survive.
And this was her resolve.

Those unendurable oppressors!
Now, she; slung--, primitive in her mannerisms
She choked them one by one until they screamed.
An arrangement of low-frequency pitches swelled that bottomless pit;
Notes of listless crippled breathing and tones of decrepit wheezing--

She strangled the entire void;
Anonymous to death.
And it caused an orifice.
Behind her, an iridescent light slit through the cracks
As if it were slashed with a fillet knife; the metal moaned.

Hailstones began to plunge from the splitting crevice up above
And more descended;
Like some plaster that had crumbled from the ceiling,
Trampling those callous critters,
And beams of light shot out like spears.

Head whipped back
She catapulted and that was that.
The long wait for the intrinsic acme of permutation,
Wasn’t even celebrated
It's a long poem so hopefully, you'll take the time in reading about the intriguing and full imagery-coming out of depression moment ... enjoy.

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