Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Who knows what the reasons are for
Suddenly everything is so much darker than I remembered
When did the cherry tree turn red?
How would you decide that it’s not what I say it is
I’m merely experiencing the life I didn’t know I had
There is nothing in my heart
Who knows what the feelings are
But I know you don’t care
I wasn’t trying to scare
I didn’t mean to scar
How do you heal a heart?
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She stands on the edge of the darkness with fire in her hands as the creatures run forth
The arrows fly through the silence
And then the explosion
Is it her or the creature to her left who aims light as a weapon?
The masked archer stands hidden in the roots, lost in his own mind as the fighting continues.
They set into battle.
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No, come back.
I didn’t say I don’t love you
But the word
Beating heart
The world when there is no definition
The word when there is no true meaning
The fire they speak of
The passion they pretend
All the nothing on my end
You cannot ask me to believe in something unseen
The same as I do with everything
When there is no evidence of its place
I’ve never seen it
Face to face
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If you were to ask me now
One year away
I don’t believe in love today
Like I did when I set out
To find what I had been missing
With faltering hands I believed in it
But today is not yesterday
And yesterday will never return
And all I see now is a hole that it burned
Powerful fire of belief in the word undefined
Has since returned to ashes where it belonged.
The question is moot.
I don’t believe in love.
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I miss you.
I still cry.
There will never be something big enough to fill the hole you left behind.
I think of you.
It still means as little as it did before, but now you’re gone.
I remember listening to you when I was so young.
If only I’d known.
I would have tried to stop you.
Much like I tried to stop him.
But, he was fine
And you’re gone
And I still think of you
I miss you
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There is no where else I feel safe
Not safe like Battle Symphony
And if only you’d heard yourself
If only you’d picked yourself up off the ground
How I miss you
And yet
I hear this Battle Symphony
And I know you’re right here
And there’s nothing more I could want
Than your face to still be real
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