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A once thought indestructible armor
Destroyed now, leaving me vulnerable
Vulnerable to an assault on my emotions
How did this happen?
A simple gesture, a smile
That's all it took
To bring me to my knees
To shatter my armor,
like a fragile piece of glass
I now must live every day
Risking my heart's extinction
Destroyed now, leaving me vulnerable
Vulnerable to an assault on my emotions
How did this happen?
A simple gesture, a smile
That's all it took
To bring me to my knees
To shatter my armor,
like a fragile piece of glass
I now must live every day
Risking my heart's extinction
Literature
Signifying nothing
I.
I have crumpled pieces of paper, collected from corners in my mind
I have notes, and words and terrible troubles, all unwritten on a blank
piece of paper
Typed with no hands
Sung with no voice
Said with no words
And yet I have this, still: silence.
The echo of eclecticism, of a vast void of words, signifying nothing
and everything.
You.
You have these cast out watery words which you read from my post-its
You have these notes, my words and wonderings, all written, right here
on your screen
Typed with these hollow hands
Sung with a volume-less voice
Said with the only words I know how not to speak.
Do you hear them howling in the dark?
Literature
I am
I am.
I am the shadows of a supernovaed sun
The air of a deep lagoon
The speckles of dust caught in space
Your hair after inescapable sex
I am the love
you fear
and the hate
you crave
and the innocence of a voice that whispers
kill
save
love
eat
sleep
I am the darkness
I am that darkness
I am the light
And you are the shadow
Shadow of a broken moon swept up by dying things
Harvesting fragments of a fallen celestial being
once called goddess
once loved and adorned
now lying on the wayside
waiting to be collected
by the shadows of her past
I am your past
I am your future
And I am tired
Of your desire
to not be present.
Literature
I am a Time Traveler
Not with the wings of an angel or a crow’s markings do I circle back in time
Though whims of the renaissance, the wars, the people do daunt me, begging to avail their truths still.
Stagnant remains my body while my heart and mind intertwine through dusty canals dabbed in cobwebs
Tearing through the twines of my history begetting my emotions of the past back into the present of my reality
The wars of loneliness of the isolation suffered, the battles of decisions and regrets and long remembered sorrows resurface through tears
How my body trembles as the earth through an earthquake, as time travels beyond my past and ventures into a t
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I know that feel bro