Addendum to speculation
weird confluence
of what is
and what could be
Infinitesimal
darkly ironic
Away
yet coming toward
Derisive existentialism
revealing secrets
of reward

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If the ocean takes me
and pulls me
down
beneath the waves,
will you
grasp
my hand to save me
or leave me there to
drown?

- grasp

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You're gone and I can't as if nothing has happened, for my whole world has turned upside down, I know not what to do.
And I can't really stop loving you, can't go against the your absence is killing me, it seems everything else has lost its value.

RS

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Love leans in to care
Love steps down from that
And offers an embrace
Without condition
Love says I understand
Love says you matter more
Life hurts
Love heals

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A Reason For a Season. 🦋©

Centaurs are like Unicorns;
they wallow not in sorrow for
the Lord promised a better
tomorrow. The mission is
The blueprint And the mind, heart & soul are for the journey!✍🏽#bravewrite

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My shell, a sturdy piece, protected me while marched behind the enemy lines; radiation peaked when I approached ground zero, and it started to sting me. On that day, I was an involuntary angel of death, walking on the desolated fields of Armageddon.

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It's not love that we want
It's the resurrection of dead
The breaths the sea kills with her look
The hand & the sin we’ll never commit
We rented a room empty & cold
& beautiful pile on each other
Coffee waits for the sunrise of us
& the future runs in the past

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Brazen eloquence
adventurous syllables
ugly protocol

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‘#Ugly Beach,’ they call it, on account of its craggy coastline & seaweed shore.

It’s the perfect place to meet. That way, I won’t fall in love.

But against this backdrop, you only dazzle more. My heart is a seagull, flapping & shrieking as it plunges into the murky sea.#vss365

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That night, she had two dreams. In one, a beautiful angelic faerie narrated to her a story of unimaginable depravity, & in the other, an demonic creature told a story of unfathomable kindness. She woke up startled, & with both the storytellers right by her bedside.

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In her tortured dream, the of her heart went dark. Demons occupied mind & soul, transporting her to times when she was judged & humiliated. She lay seizing until a firm pressure rested on her bed, touched her w/out contact & whispered “wake up, you are free.

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Swing on a star? 💫
Carry moonbeams home in a jar? 🌙
So says the catchy song
★¸.•☆•.¸★ 🄽🄾🅃 🄵🄾🅁 🄼🄴 ~
🄷🄴🅁🄴 🄸 🄰🄼 ~ ★⡀.•☆•.★
Perched on a nebula
Celestial light in my eyes
Cosmic dust coats my hair
In the chaos of the skies


Image: Pinterest

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I was ecstatic to see that the vss prompt word for today was nebula.
What stardust fairy had dusted my eyelids, causing me to fall into blackholes of bliss?!?!
I write about traveling there often.
It's my second favourite word.

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I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking how easy it would be to give in & embrace the darkness forever. The comfort of lasting sleep...
such thoughts! Away with them!
For you have too much light to offer the world. And there is much work still to be done!

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My hands drifted to her waist of their own volition. Her smile shone in the dim light, each perfect tooth like the last gasp of dying stars. Captured in her her power was beyond anything I experienced at the academy. In my embrace, she was the one who held me.

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insanity throws stones into a garbage can
exiled from the imagination of Seville
Don Juan lures empty frames inside a bar
your soul meanders among marble stars
flowers the heavy chains of hearts
poetry burns our lips

you & I
the only scavengers of night


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Random entropy
beyond the uplands
and the organised moraine
Tones and tunes
twining in a non verbal
esplanade
Inhaling deeply
from the
stalemate of life


Art: Acidify

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Glossy Fables©️

If excuses are tools of incompetence,
to be sure, and success, by
all means, necessary is attained through the front or the mind with ‘glossy fables’ that build monuments of nothingness? ✍️🏽#vss365

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Your voice slides over my body, a thick coating I’m helpless to scrub away. I claw at my skin, desperate to peel off the layers of anguish your touch has left behind. Hot breath at my ear. Searing hand against my chest. I am branded, destroyed, left in ruin.#vss365

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