Loved but suffocated,
Too many words..
Too much noise..to feel~
Where can I steal the silence
Of simplicity?
Paint myself onto an easel
And find
A blanket of warmth?
For lately..
Kisses in the wind
Have been unlimited,
And now I find I am..
Performed,

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At the evening siren, occult arms tucked in pigeon wings open black door and set up their The last piece of Sun lights the fingers. Astral grows under tips, right there where voluptuous rose left her echoes a couple of breaths ago.#vss365 🖼️astrodeum

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sleepwalking in infinite loops
until a glitch breaks my routine

ephemeral jazz solo
detonating shrapnel tears

stepping off a plane into
a wall of humidity

raunchy aroma of
flowering pear trees

magical moments as
an unburdened
reflecting emptiness

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Tears fell
she told him how sorry she was
to come empty-handed

He said nothing in response
only turned her palms skyward
to show her
how those same hands
would become the
for the canvas that was her skin

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When sleep won’t come
I pick up my pen
Listening to footsteps
On the cobbles outside
Fog blurs street lamps
Caliginous flames in darkness;
With waking perception
I write the connection
Between fiction & reality




🎨 Colin Myers

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The golden
moment
to divest
ourselves
from ego,
a soulful
connection
to a new
world,
made of
humor
with our
thoughtful
eyes.

📷Daniel wall

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Crimson red and moody blue
queen in horns and hooves
Took my heart and dragged it West
Scorched her lungs just drawing breath

Slaughtered chickens in their coop
Dunking hearts in dead man's soup
Boys had scorned a grazing cow
But I don't hear those critics now

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Soft fragrance from bluebells and fern
Sunlight through trees signals spring’s return
Rushing waters from a river upstream
Usher in scents of wisteria and hints of ice cream
no more, she melts in my embrace
For the winter of this world
Has vanished without a trace

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The sun teases the vixen tones in my once believed midnight hair. It curtains my face like a babydoll dress, and I watch your stare through eyes no more distant than summer's lasting, bittersweet yawns. You are riddled with poetry—a taste forever lingering.

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A bloom of beauty
A of grace
A gift of
Bless this place

My courage
Through harsh and storm
My pride
when all else is worn

Petals of pink
Rays of sunshine
Thorns of danger
Stem of strength

A bloom of dreams
Forever gleams
My spirit
Of what it means

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Again, they met on the near field of battle. They were ready to engage, prepared for the violence each brought.

This time, tho, flags flew higher with every foul offense, taking to the sky like a in search of victory.

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Visions swirling inside my head
Of dreams long ago
Amorphous shadows clouding sight
Of screams ever indistinct
Beleaguered moments of solitude
Amplified by souls asunder
A deluge of empty promises
Heart abandoned to vicious plunder
📷—Consuelo Parra

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The sky is cool
The are pink
I breathe in fresh air
And let it sink

The day is done
And sun is low
I close my eyes and let it go
The stress and strain
The love and pain

My is still
And mind at ease
A soothing balm
On my aching will

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Hypnogogic pronking
volatile and magical
in the foothills
of dreams
A mere discarnate
pauper
Ratified and indebted
to the hurt
of schemes
Words flow in currents
of thought
under a crown
that never gleams


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Qilin in my dreams
Celestial and sublime
Grants moon-drawn wishes





🎨Pinterest

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The demon king took the from the queen and put it on, expecting to become the next She smiled he fell for illusion defiantly warning his for power would end in demise as her had enough time to escape.

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With a mane of fire,
Its roar echoes far and wide,
Fierce and strong.

From it, nothing can hide,
A dragon and horse,
Blended as one,
A symbol of peace and might.

a legend, forever begun,
In Chinese art, a beauty to behold.

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