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burningmuses · 34 minutes

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When the Minutes Drag

I'm staying in tonight; haunting empty rooms, pacing floors and contemplating tenacious decisions.

I think of what we've ruined and how the pain of seeing our ashes escapes you since you've never made a home in anything other than flesh.

And I won't bring it up, I refuse to strike up an idle conversation, debating the absence of my attention and my chosen silence; if only for my benefit.

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burningmuses · 34 minutes

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axolotls

riddle my fancy

for those beaded eyes

are of a teddy bear i lost

lifetimes ago

that innocent smile

is of a boy i once knew

now left blinded

by the eclipse

we watched the faltering rays

as they gazed upon us too

yet now we have lost

all that kept us young

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burningmuses · 2 hours

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One day, one rhyme- Day 3755

Amity’s not fond of the sun,

It’s harsh and bright and burns;

She much prefers the gentle moon

Whose calm light nightly turns.

She loves to gaze up at its face,

Gentle amongst the stars;

She could not gaze so at the sun,

Its harsh UV light scars.

She takes long walks in the cool night,

Her peace and thoughts are deep-

So we will leave her with the moon,

While we go off to sleep.

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burningmuses · 2 hours

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My wings are broken

but they will heal

maybe they will never be perfect as before.

Flying clumsily

but still I will try to reach my resting place and peace.

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burningmuses · 3 hours

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One day, one rhyme- Day 3756

An undercover barista

Needs no orders, they say.

They leave the lattes on your bench

And then they slip away.

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burningmuses · 3 hours

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The tides

the moon she saves me from drowning in my sea

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burningmuses · 18 hours

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oh, how the time drags

stubborn clay

clinging

drawing out the pain,

a deep ochre wash

which spreads

like a watercolored masterpiece

.

Memories run,

a brush caressing paper

chronicling grief, heartache,

and healing

in unequal measure

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burningmuses · 18 hours

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20. moth

circling your substance;

moth to my lock

resenting the challenge...

romantic as rock

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burningmuses · 19 hours

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All the world looks to you, a picture of gentle grace and wisdom,

to save at least three lives today—your words profound, your touch, a balm.

The alarm blithely rings. Exhausted, you rise. Fear chokes your heart.

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burningmuses · 19 hours

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Belief

I walked the city streets in the fading light, faithless, as men holding flagrant signs asked if I needed to pray. I didn't have the heart to tell them I was a lost cause, long forgotten were the buzzing hymns and solemn rhymes.

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burningmuses · 20 hours

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We are never too

Old to experience bright

& marvelous things

The world pulls back the veil to

Those who have opened their eyes

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burningmuses · 20 hours

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Cosmically brought together,

Impossible to doubt, to overlook,

Especially as we become more

And more

Connected.

But for what purpose?

Both desperate to be understood somewhere,

By someone somewhere,

And from day one

I have seen you.

As clearly as you have seen me.

But something larger,

More than a single star,

Has been guiding us along.

Set aside the signs that this was fate,

We are growing ever closer,

Ever more tangled.

Two days ago, I told you I was going to be sick,

How I was in the midst of a break down -

Almost immediately you said,

"I'm ill, I'm mentally a mess, the emotions have purged themselves out of me."

Coincidence.

But I will tell you what isn't -

Last night.

How did we both experience the same

Discomfort?

Thrashing sleep for two hours at a time,

Vivid dreams, reduced to no more than a flash,

Awaking drenched in sweat, hair a mess,

Slipping back into another two hour vision.

You say this was the first time this has happened,

For me, this is a normal occurrence.

What tells me we were written

Into constellations far beyond our perception -

Is how I dreamt of you

As you dreamt of me,

Both in stormy weather,

Both intimately touching feet.

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burningmuses · 21 hours

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The Best Fish in the Sea

Fate can’t be forced

Progress can’t be rushed

The past can’t be changed

Our love could be second to none

My head spins like a globe

Just to catch a glimpse of you

My mind filled to the brim

With thoughts of you

But my world doesn’t revolve around you

I’m determined to create a bond of souls

A relationship, a forever

That’s equal parts healthy and happy

A balance of real love while maintaining self love

I can tell that you want the same

Which is why I have a gut feeling

That you’re different from the rest

Because you actually practice everything you preach

And constantly put work into

Everything you’re passionate about

Winning at life, but we’re people

Not trophies

Unconventional

Breaking down stereotypes and barriers

Another day, another dollar, another heartbreak

But keeping it pushing and moving

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burningmuses · 21 hours

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the sea knows sorrow

the winds too tired to blow

the surface of the sea like an oversized

mirror

countless shades of grey introduce

themselves during the calmest catwalk

i have ever watched

as time goes by my mood matches

- this i notice - with the waves

too downcast to dance

oh yes: the sea knows sorrow

and coz my heart is heavy

i right now do not have the means

to make her feel better

all i can do is stay

and keep her company

@severenightpersona

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burningmuses · 22 hours

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"There is no escaping the written."

Then, i will plead with the writer to change the written

He surely knows how, for me, his thoughts are unbidden

And how this heart, for him, has been swidden

And how his heavenly soul, for my soul, is the only provision

So please, i beg you to have this story rewritten

A bit differently, more happily, more beautifully, and more eternally.

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burningmuses · 22 hours

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Idiomas

Duolingo asks me, in Spanish,

to translate the phrase,

"how many languages do you speak?"

Cuantas idiomas tu hablas?

And in that moment, I wonder.

How many languages does Love count as?

It cannot be one.

Surely.

The love between my mother and I

does not directly translate to the love I have

for my friends,

and that love does not exactly correlate

to the love I have for my siblings not by blood

but by choice,

and then there's the love I hold for him.

There are levels to the language;

in the same English,, when I say "I love you",

it does not always mean the same thing.

I will love my mother until the day I forget

the name she gave me;

I will love my friends until my breath

leaves my body, or until they do;

and there are no words to describe his -

bottle the sunlight, the sound of laughter and a kiss,

it's easier to put it that way.

Love as a language goes far too deep

to count it as just one tongue.

So when Duolingo asks me how many languages I speak,

I cannot really give it a straight answer,

There's English, French, Spanish -

the latter two are fragmented attempts at truth;

I would never yet declare myself fluent -

and Love, of course.

So technically it's three,

but in reality it's three plus infinity.

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burningmuses · 23 hours

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Craft

fingertips finding spine by touch, gliding over gilded words, blessing quartz and cardamom,

crushing ash with mortar and pestle, grinding, mixing blood to make the words flow, crow

feather to shape my thoughts -- fly them to the ears and lips of those sensitive to

this alchemy of song

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