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love's resurrection
from the ashes of a dead heart
a diabolic hunger awakened
righteous purity
devouring all doubts
bound now for eternity
darkness to darkness



by Liam Fallan

10 31
2021-01-24

Random oddities
in notebooks,
lethargic
in lockdown,
moonlight
a prelude
to sought kindness.

6 45
2021-01-22

Prayers drip,
pool in darkness,
sink into aches
beneath worries,
crypt of your past
comes apart
to taste again
life's flurries.
Wisdom in pain
comes on its own,
crosses naivety
as it flows,
and still we ask
"why?"

9 33
2020-10-18

His words
dark & cruel
slowly eroding
the edge of her soul

Inside she crumbles
twists
folds
hollow & numb

But her fire breaks free
fragile
delicate
steel embers
burn in her eyes
She will rise...

153 Image: Aesthetic

6 22
2020-09-15

Conjure a summer song
On quirky evenings
Neath starlight storms
For survival,
Ending tears
Spoiling pieces of you,
Singing replicated
Intonations
Over silhouettes
Nautical
And within me,
Losing who we were to who I am & will be.

4 41
2020-08-23

I tried to replicate the song
The enchanted flutist played
With hope at midnight I sought her
With wishes the melody would not fade
I found her there among flowers and tears
Her music she would give if blood I would trade




🎨:Pinterest

7 16
2020-08-08

*
Integrity
became disposable

Dropped at midnight
like glass shoe

Trickster
in your mirror

33 103
2020-07-04

Haptic silicone lips
could never
replace ear to heartbeat
or make eutectic
our quiet romance,
the melody
played facinorous
in wait of ending
our endless phases,
and daydreams were
made sweet outcasts
on whimsical peace
we'd found delight in.

5 17
2020-02-01

It was a misty day
Shadows of January rain
Hid your pain

And the clouds wore grey
When you quietly
Slipped away

Perhaps there was snow
I don't know...

You forgot to say goodbye
Then we remembered
How to cry



Art | Amy Sol

30 72
2020-02-01

Mandatory.

Hope you like it

6 23
2019-06-11

There is irony
in being artfully
productive
while having
no impulse
to be productive,
drawing afterglows
with a negative mind,
syncing respect
to damaging pressures
until there is none
of the latter
in the matter.
Oh, solitude.

8 35
2019-02-18

Squeezing 3 am chaos
into void
no more limbo
suffocating toxic questions
could have
would have
should have
I want to live in the moment !

18 51
2018-07-11