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Umi Jun 2018
Highly explosive,
Thus, a term to explain the thoughts rushing to the iron maiden's head as she fires away a salvo of pure affection, passion and warmth,
The heat is unbearable, the impact, such as the afterglow, surpass the rising sun, with a noble, golden light spread across the painful wound
Melting away in the sweet embrace of her devotion, this is surely fate.
Through the veins of this girl, lust for the one she adores is building up, racing within her blood, all she wants is for her feelings to be returned, but alike the sun when it shines with such beauty, it cannot happen, the closer one gets to her the more he will be burnt .
But surely, serenety relies within lonesome thoughts, moments and the time, in which her wish has been ceased to be ever fulfilled.
Yet, as a single dandelion, which is raised with attention and care can turn a whole, lethal dessert into an allure, lively and gentle garden;
She too can find someone, who will withstand her passion, burn up in it and shine with her without vanishing, carried away by time.
After all, the light of love is for all to be litten.

~ Umi
sunprincess Dec 2017
You know those talented Poets,
the ones that perform vanishing acts
Just like a ghost

Wonder why those poets
up and left HP?
Did they find a place better?
Did they find a place more
lovely?

Perhaps they lost their muse,
their pen, their flow
Or perhaps they await for spring
when beautiful things begin
to grow

Well anyway, I just wish to say
I miss those talented poets
Whose every word turns into
glittering gold
Some very talented poets are missing
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
I am a snowman in spring
Hoping you’d keep
The lumps of coal,
The carrot nose,
The broom at least...
vanishing like the snow
da man
ain't been here for some*
while
da man
has a vanishing
profile

da man
last sighted early last
year
da man
why did he
disappear

da man
don't want to be
found
da man
went well
underground

da man
not marking his foot-print
trace
da man
might be in a hiding
place

da man
ran away without any
excuse
da man
is now a virtual
recluse

da man
leaving no new
address
da man
making us all
*
guess
An ominous
fortune met
her addict
which she'd
wane than
celebrate drum
for her
staples as
she's grounded
that rumors
were knited
in light
of hounds
but vanishment
came her
omen through
the night.
Jennifer Feb 2016
A camaraderie that was too hard to forget,

But too easy to vanish.

Be safe, my friend.
Dedicated to a friend who has travelled across the world to fulfill dreams, explore oneself and amass new vistas of thoughts, perspectives and experiences.
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
You are grey and boring
And slowly fading
Like old paint,
Like a dream at dawn.
You are disappearing
Into darkness
Like a shadow on the wall.
You are vanishing
Like the sound of your voice
Saying I want you,
Like the sound of your footsteps
Moving towards the door.
There is nothing any more.


F.Z.N

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