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I’ve been 18 for 12 days 18 hours and 24 minutes. The seconds, I don’t bother to count. Every one that passes feels like a pin added in my spine. When all the pointed ends strike my nerves, I’ll pop. But until then, I shuffle about with a metallic clank like a robot the world has no need of, yet it demands service from with no intention of offering anything in return. I yield no purpose besides keeping my gears from grinding down until they no longer click into place. Some days I only hope they grind faster, but today I wish I’d never been born.

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I thank the sea that I am a sky with many stars, for how unfortunate it is to be alone in the night.

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Holy Healer

Dear, apothecary I am but a man with less of a dream than an empty whim. Thus be told that I am none more than a shell. The blood that freezes my bones and does even less to warm my heart is far colder than any wicked sentiment sent by scorn. I'm riddled with shivering that shall never end, for the sun had left my side many years ago. When all warmth stilled and my mind became a wisp. So deal me a remedy to this hateful heart. Draw the light from my spirit and heal my soul's aching. Make this wicked man a saint and cleanse, for I know not a fixing to this never-ending winter than tears at my flesh. Call to me on some night when the dark is most woeful, and draw her out. If only to kill her with a spiteful arrow. Take your quiver and shoot her down as a feast for the flames. Fight her with my will, which was lost long ago. Bury her bones deeper than any resting place. Trap her with earth and life which she may never touch. Hear her cries and silence. She has not a right to call for such mercy I am not to give. When she is buried and I am more than this shallow husk, bring me to the light which has dimmed. Take me away from her sorrowful place, oh healer son. Find me a star and sentence me to my knees. I am but a man of lofty ignorance, when I see the light I shall run for fear of my vacant heart. Nevertheless, shove me to my knees as a man under god. Tell me to pray and fill my spirit. Warm me. spare me my cursed end, Son, tear my pride from me. split me in two, and let me stand as the better half. with your brewing and scheming, bless my dreadful circumstance. I am but a man, a man of weak will and vain wishes, but spare me still. bless me with a holy hand. mend this shadowy flayer that claws me with agony. take this broken man and fill his cracks, for your mercy for me is unending.

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Birth

When I awoke on that grassy hill, I was but a wisp. Shiny and new to all things man. from the grass that travelers walked, and hunters stalked, I arose. A brand new bloom in a day's new light. No older than the dawn I awoke. Like a daisy from the snow. But even beneath my pearly bones and paper skin, my heartbeat sang rhythms of songs lost to time. Within my veins ran a river that had long run dry, and my spirit danced with experience far past this new life. Deep in my mind, I was sure. That soul of mine was quite older than I.

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Season's Falling

Spirits of summer drift away in autumn’s whispered winds. New ghosts haunt the trees with falling leaves, and steal their color, only to give them new ones of warning, to scream the passage of time.

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for the world despises lovers like us, with hearts so full they begin to burst.

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Celestial Bones

Oh, seeker of stars, Bury me amongst these celestial bodies and drown me in your song. Oh, heavenly watcher, for the cosmos sings your name. They call to you when the spirit singers lose their holy harmonies in search of your soul. Oh, earth bound dreamer, dare to touch the endless ink and lose yourself within, for all that has been will be again. Know your heart and what glows beneath your skin, for the stars sing so much you’ll forget where you’ve been. Starry eyed learner, be careful of what you seek. The universe knows it's name, as one day you will too. Flesh subsides and bones decay, One day these stars will be far more human than you.

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Beautiful Dread

Oh, how I believed the gospels spoken about good people with sour faces, those who carry the anger of others on their skin for those who cannot. “A book's cover does not make for its content.” That sentiment had held true over my short existence, for I had never met someone whose face did not give way to beautiful colors hidden by false scowls and wrinkled brows.

Somehow, amidst all the others, I found you. The most dreadful face I had ever seen. And, my, how they reveled in it, Praising your heated stare that felt like daggers on shivering skin.

I had once loved your looks too. All too much to notice how they betrayed you, so much more than any words found on your lips. Oh, how your eyes held a snarling inferno fed by anger. The same flames that had you burned into my gaze anytime I dared to look your way. And such a lovely smile, one that would start to hurt if held too long. It was so unfamiliar to you to grin in such a manner. Yet, The way you had growled with unfiltered rage made that smile feel void.

If I had looked so much closer, and looked past compassion, I would have noticed the malice behind your touches. I would have noticed how your sickly sweet words burned into my ears. I would have realized that your mind was a dangerous place, shackled by obsession and madness beyond any spirit ridden wench. You were enslaved by the things that brought you the most comfort, and you broke anything that dared to heal your broken state.

If asked, I would have loved you without hesitation. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth. Now, I realize that becoming a member of your party was a great mistake. I was a fool to love so freely, for a heart as sheltered as mine can only take so much pain before shattering.

From the first flash of rage on your features I knew I was hooked, yet I made no effort to leave you. I simply could not bear the thought. Now I know for sure. I should have taken such a troubled face as a warning.

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Sun and Moon

He was like the night to my day. Even when I wasn't so bright, and my light was dim, I remained his parallel. I looked for him in every crowd. My every word aimed to hear his laugh. I devoted my love to him, my lovely Selene. He, a vivid reminder that my heart could remain steadfast. That I could cherish something so wholly, even something as unwhole as him.

An unfinished symphony. He was the sweetest melody. He was a melancholy tune that wrote longing promises. He sang like Orpheus’s stolen harp. With every note I raised, he lowered ten fold. My love held no candle to his sorrowful soul. A shame to abandon such a tune.

I sewed into his fleece as he grew by my side, but such things cannot be mended. He cut my thread and tarnished my spindle. He tore every stitch made in love. For who could mend someone such as him, for I was no God, yet I continued. Maybe one day the stitch would stick. Maybe the cloth would remain complete. I was dressing an animal that spoke of chaos and anger. Untame and spiteful.

We danced in the night when he woke. A masquerade of pleasant moments to cover his fits of rage. A spin and dip, and I was in his claws. He never failed to draw me in, his steps always chasing mine in the wrong directions. In his arms I was never safe, but my heart longed for the beast. I was prey. Soon to be consumed by his spirit.

He was a poltergeist. My familiar soul, with eyes of the snake. He devoured my happy thoughts and poisoned my spirit. He was my twin flame. He burnt me so. Set a fire in my skin that only he could kindle. His touch was Helios's kiss. It burned through my bones, and singed my heart. My destruction, his flame in me, my beautiful Perses.

Or so it seemed. His air of superior likeness made way for overwhelming pride. He wore a crooked crown, and expected other rulers to accommodate. He was too self-assured. Too expectant. He had no respect for others higher than his crown of twigs and spite. I respected that crown when no one else would. I took pride in my stance beside him. I held him high.

He began to do the same far too late. I had honored him years on end, while he sat idle as they slandered my name. But love led my hands to hold his. To help him succeed, to live. I set aside my anger for his comfort, and disregarded my rank. I was his humble servant, accepting of my lower stance.

As he began his tyrannical raid, I realized the simplest of truths I had skipped over with shielded eyes. for his hold had loosened from my spirit, I could see what was always present. He stood me close to his throne, yet never shared his seat. I was a dog gone unrewarded. I was an object of his device, a pawn. His care had reached its limit, and I felt the withdrawal. He was no longer worried about my leave because he had thought his claws too deep.

He failed to remember my throne, just as I had. But no longer was I forgetful. I knew my place was above where he had seated me. Just as my ancestors had stood, I would too. My crown of ash and gold would not be forethrown so easily.

He was the moon, but I was the sun. His quiet darkness was rivaled in my light. I was held high in the clouds, shining brighter than he would allow. I had no need to obey, and grovel below his throne. He was no god, but he was my Icarus.

He bent the wind to lift him, and flew near my side. He commanded my sky, and flew too close. He wanted what he could not have, and needed the things he did not enjoy. His will was too strong for someone in the wrong.

I took my crown, and burned his throne. Yet his mind was still not free. He held his anger as his blade and tried to tear my robes. I could not lift what was stuck.

I could not free what chose to be chained.

Hi! This is like my first post on this account, and this is the best start I could think of because I suck at introductions. (I’ll get to one eventually) if anyone sees this please like or share! I really wanna show off this piece because I’m really proud of it. (I wrote it in my world history class but who’s judging) creativity hits at the weirdest moments, what can I say? Also I cannot spell. If you see an error… no, no you didn’t.

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