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Writing poetry that you’ll never read,

My tears water

the seed of a weed

If it doesn’t grow

then it’s not love

if it doesn’t consume

then it’s not enough

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you torqued your way into my heart

I’ll bleed till my last breath

but my dagger in your chest

will grant you the same death.

I won’t write you eulogies

you won’t write me longing odes.

we’ll both go our separate ways

and meet back at the fateful crossroad.

if you wanna haunt me

two can play that game

I can do tango on

the grave that says your name.

And when Death do us part,

you know I’ll be cursing your name

I’ll waste my last breath on this word

because i know you’ll do the same.

-ryu

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He said, “love only looks good on pretty girls.”

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purple

I don’t know if my blue

can take much more of you.

Your searing shades of red

are dyeing my head

like the blood that seep

out if a heart that weeps

into the depths of the sea,

‘you’ and ‘I’ become ‘we’.

There stands no line of distinction,

I stand on the brink of extinction,

I am you, and you are me.

We exist in perfect symmetry.

There is something oddly holy,

about being consumed so wholly,

surrendering my heart, mind and soul,

and allowing you to swallow me whole.

-ryu

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i baked my heart into a pie.

i baked my heart into a pie.

And topped it off with berries.

it was tender, the crust a bit dry,

but it bled like red mulberry.

I served it hot,

with cream to accompany.

You thought

it tasted better in my company.

In your first bite

you savoured the taste

declaring it a rare delight,

you devoured in haste.

It dripped down your lips.

Maroon, with a high viscosity,

I wiped it with my fingertips,

you murmured a “sorry”.

You said it was rich and sweet,

A strangely addictive flavour,

you’d eat dozens in a heartbeat,

just to relish the flavour.

I’d bake you a dozen more,

But I only had one heart.

perhaps my soul would do

for the tart?

-ryu

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blood-red purity

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I was content, writing

about enchanting anemones

with juices of wild berries

on parchments of spiderwebs

until

I locked eyes with Adonis himself.

-ryu

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In Greek mythology, Adonis died a tragic death after which his mourning lover, Aphrodite/Venus turned his blood into the delicate flowers of anemone.

I found one growing near my home today.

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you have

a hold that heals

all the holes in my heart.

you wrapped me in bandages,

then said I looked like art.

-ryu

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ILY I'll Leave You ----- three words don't always begin with I, L & Y. And I'm left wondering why all you ever had to say to me was goodbye.

-ryu

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i fell in love with feeling alive

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Seeing Death at a distance,

Life walked to me

On a delicate road of liminality

“Watch your step”, said I

She gave me a knowing smile

And took a leap of faith,

A breath and then 

arms were around me

And that is when

I felt alive.

-ryu

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I don’t care

If the pansies and anemones

all sing of you

because the roses still

talk of someone else

And I won’t water your garden

For mine’s been left barren

My flowers are in need

Of gentle fingers

But your hands are

calloused by rose-thorns

And I don’t wanna

weather your storms

my lighthouse bears no more light.

-ryu

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he could have been drawing anyone a portrait or a doodle just for fun but instinctively, I knew from his look that it was my smile etched on his sketchbook

eraser in hand he erased every stress line my feet in the sand surrounded by vines he drew me in a sundress and a hat no makeup, nothing fancy and when I asked why he said I looked pretty just like that He placed a rose in my fingers at the beach I pose with a band around my forefinger Instead of rouge he painted my cheeks with runes drew the sea as my refuge

and said I was destined for ruin.

-ryu

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Piece of me

Whatever did you do with the piece of me that I gave you in the form of my poetry? Did you frame it on the wall, like you promised to? or crumpled it into a ball muttering under your breath "I hate you" Did your acidic tears set the ink of fire? Or did you keep it near your heart, to forever admire? Did the war maim that piece of me that I gave to you in the form of my poetry? Or did you take pity on my poesy? Did your heart cry in pain, when your fingers held up, my essence in the rain tearing it up piece by piece all in the name of a short-lived peace. -ryu

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final

“Gaze into my eyes,

until I’m blind,

Cover them with pretty lies,

I’ll still think you to be kind.”

para 3/3.

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tbc... (pt. 2) :)

"Hold my hands until they turn blue, I'll cherish the bruise with good faith. Poison my minds with thoughts of you, but never will those thoughts be of hate." (Para 2/3)

Ryu: can you guys think of a title for this poem? lemme know your thoughts! Last verse to be posted soon :))

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tbc... :)

"Kiss me with coarse lips, I'll still welcome them with a gentle embrace, Praise me patronisingly, I'll still keep a smile on my face ....." TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW (Para 1/3)

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“And I passed the night wondering,

How all the good in the world,

Could be concentrated into

A four letter word,

Into a single smile,

That plays on mortal lips,

Into a pair of eyes ever kind

Into a heart that beats in synch with mine,

Into a soul that feels like home,

into a man I call mine.”

-ryu

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I hope there is no girl like me

I hope there is no girl like me,

for if there was to be,

she’d swear her mind and soul to you,

and doom herself for an eternity.

-ryu