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*a black heart drowning in euphoria*

Posts tagged “free verse

True Joys (Remake from an Actual Conversation)

(This is a remake of excerpts from an actual conversation written hereafter.)

I want relaxing joys…
Joys that aren’t achieved over tremendous pressure.
I want joys that come in peace,
in kindness freely given,
in love…
in real love…
or in honest hate overcame…

I want joy that does not demand,
a price or a sacrifice…
Such as the joy transcending from an existence…
For otherwise, I am bountiful.

I want so fondly, this plain emotion
gracefully finding its way
through our converted jungles and savory hollows…
riding nothing but time…

I want relaxing joys…
That would transpire for a second
to affect your whole life…
with love…
with real love…
until you can hate no more…

(Excerpts from an actual Conversation:)

I want relaxing joys…
Joys that aren’t achieved over tremendous pressure.
I want those that come in peace,
in kindness freely given,
in love….
I want joy that does not demand a price or sacrifice…
I want that plain emotion from time to time….

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Blasphemy Through Silence

Ennui is offspring to a fool and his continuity
They make such a horrid family
Casualty to awareness
Blasphemy through silence.


Flourish or Drown

I am not heartsick.
I am not broken-hearted.
I am shattered.
It is my being that’s broken
When my heart was made whole…


Kings and Cowards

Kings and cowards are both men
Not all men are kings
But all men are cowards to
Drastic emotional change

And muses veil corrections assaultingly
With the knives that glare off stabbing eyes
Blindedly perceiving pain
Upon the splattered truth from instinct acted on

And so sweet lovers err…
And so sweet lovers die…


The Cross

“the circular, colored curtain of the eye….”
From its opening, the pupil takes form…
Through it, the light that enters, regulates…
Everything’s made to be broken.

I am deaf to the song of fools
Yet I find no wise man’s rebuke….
Perhaps I am called to take his place….


Feeling You Feeling Me Apart

Feeling You Feeling Me Apart

You may close those shutters on your face

But I will pass through,
paint scenarios in your cerebellum,
[hypothalamus on overdrive] can I?

I want to be the air that crawls and sneaks upon your every cell,
first touch of your first air exhaled,

….and all next!

I will not stop,
making myself comfortable in this
pounding mass of life,

I’m welcome I know….

So you may put a closure on those lashed feats,
I’ll still get through,
magnified in deep,

like now…

[sigh] I hope you are not sober for the reason I am not toxic
but high though I am not a drug.

Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com