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i. sonnets are spun of silver ,
allegories arise out of angelical actions ,
but i cannot promise you the stars .
i can promise you explorations of the unknown ,
many questions and not enough answers ,
but pain is not something that you can escape .
ii.
our love was not made for movie screens ,
a wild tangle of erupted cowards ,
we willed ourselves damnation and
earned every uncorruption .
( heaven's glory is eclipsed by pain ,
gentleness is an unearned affliction . )
allegories arise out of angelical actions ,
but i cannot promise you the stars .
i can promise you explorations of the unknown ,
many questions and not enough answers ,
but pain is not something that you can escape .
ii.
our love was not made for movie screens ,
a wild tangle of erupted cowards ,
we willed ourselves damnation and
earned every uncorruption .
( heaven's glory is eclipsed by pain ,
gentleness is an unearned affliction . )
Literature
October short story
It was staring at me, from the window. Its eyes never wavering from meeting mine. Its mouth was just a wide jagged line of sharp teeth frozen into a lip-less smile. Its long claws curved and filthy with something awful. There was something staining the window, the street light outside illuminating chunks and making the dripping lines glow. The creature was unmoving from its spot.
The terrifying part is that it’s on the inside of the window.
Literature
boo.
fondness
and foundations
make this make up
a meta for love.
made up of touch
and tell, the tolls
of the bell
find new life
from a reposition of old.
since the first day
you arrived,
i can't remember
the last day without you.
shuffling your spirit
in many angles,
this brushstroke
aches to paint you
in the way
rembrandt painted angels.
midnight oceanic tresses
to sepia seams
the plush of things
always seems gentler.
with you,
things are always better.
Literature
A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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written in a state of great confusion . this is not the first letter to you , and it certainly won't be the last . </3
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