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"Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire, but we can always find what we desire between the pages of books."
- Adelise M. Cullens

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Cheated and run down, alone but thankful. Stuck behind closed doors, with curtains with no hatch. Stuck to rot with the memories, the memory of a tainted heart, shedding tears covered in black. Stuck alone with the otherside judging mirrors. She never knew how broken she was, till she ran out of parts to break.
‘From ‘‘Empty Rooms’‘ My poem journal.Â
Soulmates
There was no conversation, they never shared their doubts, no only pillows and blankets were passed about. Though they drifted apart, the memories still bind as they bend. I tried, but we never reverted back. I folded the pages, turned them about a zillions time, still the black, inky, pages could not give me the answers. The light seems dimmer, the clouds a little softer, the birds sing in lower pitch than before, all because chapters come to a close, fade, then shut. Closed. Locked forever, where the content dances beautifully along the surface of a cloudy covered space. Twilight and afternoon school bells remain in protection, and may there be no sadness of farewell when I finally embark.
Lovely Accidents
He pressed his hand against the freezing cold of her bleach - like skin. Toxic to others, but so light against his hand, he could barely remember their words. The words that always seemed to spiral from bleak raspberry and cherry-flavored lips. She ran from him, ran from everyone who dared to come close. However, he was the only one engaged in the chase. One mile, two miles, three, then four, five, six, seven, then eight. She was blind. But only when she opened her eyes, to the fullest, did the word ‘‘sight’’ truly present her with the truth behind the meaning. For miles away, he’d looked at her like she was the moon, like she was made of wonder and beauty, no one seemed to catch his eyes, like she.
For others looked at her as if she was something no one would ever learn how to love, like a broken toy, rather than the skin along her back that made her human. However, that year, the winter brought with it something greater than snow and ice.
Echo
Soft on the neck of either dove’s love, beyond such a beauty, there hides a haze. A hazy patch of blacks and blues, where ashes lay, woke. The nightlight from an open candle sits in silence, trapped in lifeless motion, as it awaits the sun beyond its metal feet. A frozen door handle, covered with moldy moss, acts as the dawning memory of a lock intended to close, but always remains open, as a child’s laughter re-paints flowers along a bedroom barrier. A gold treasury of memories can not always sparkle, so rescue the strong, for the platinum treasure is not so easily manipulated by frost.

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