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When the fates wove your skin, your hair and your veins I was there Assisting Silent I was a shadow Like water Never stirred Always observing Never judging I was there When you were born When your fingertips emerged from the sweltering blaze, It was me who grasped them. They were faceless fingers, Fingers without a name But I trusted you not to pull me into the fire Even though I couldn't read your eyes nor the unspoken pact between you and me I was there When your first scream echoed Like the rage of gods I screamed with you I screamed louder But I screamed different I wasn't angry Just sad That you were born a rose In a world that resents flowers And I think I cried But it could have been the rain I don't think the world remembers But I was there My shattered sunshine, Your breath spawned wildfires that smouldered the edges of your lips until they blackened and crumbled And withered away And that was your first smile I smiled back at you, fearful The mirrors in our house vanished and when you asked I told you That watching beauty, equal to yours would be sinful vanity And when you smiled again, I smiled back at you, And the soot seemed a little less black When your innocent feet Touched tainted ground for the first time You died a little And I died with you To be born anew It was overwhelming The sensation of earth The welcoming humid warmth of moss A heart In that dirt between your toes Beating, beating, beating In the grass that caressed you Curious but gentle Like a young lover You found peace But Peace was scared of your beauty For beauty is terror So fear found you When you saw the trampled stems The unholy destruction The path of sacrilege you left with every step Every brutally naïve imprint Of your small virgin feet It broke you. Maybe if you wouldn't have looked back The shadow to your light would have stayed a stranger Would you still show your teeth In what is called a smile If I took your memory of darkness? It is blasphemy To alter the mind of a god So I didn't Athough I was there Why didn't I? The guilt tore you apart Like wildhounds tear an antelope You were eaten alive Devoured By the misery Until the only remaines of your holiness were bloody petals Should I have cried then? You were still so beautiful It fooled me into thinking there was more To your shell Maybe there was I still can't decide Although I have seen it Although I was there You were the bloom of grief (The relict of godhood ) I embraced you (Like one would embrace something lovely that vanished too suddenly Or has never been) Like one waking would embrace a dream The world didn't come to your funeral And maybe it was better that way Maybe your death has been too horrid for anyone to bear witness of it But I still came I was standing alone over your grave Wishing it was big enough for two Did you know that the soil welcomes all I asked But you didn't answer Maybe heaven was too far away from me For you to hear my prayer
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"I'm in blood's deepest shades and yet adorning the kings capes, just tell me, am I their colour or a stain?
-N.G.
#books#books and libraries#sad poetry#poets on tumblr#poetic#poetry#melancholic#sadnees#aestheitcs#aesthetic#quotes#quotation#not a quote
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"I'm white and black who fell in love and kissed each other sweetly, and where they met with a loving caress between their soft skins, oh darling that was me."
- N.G.
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"She sang of death, a lullabie to those who parted, to their bodies buried under steel and stone, who layed and listened to the sweet melody for one last time. They listend until the sun sank and dusk engulfed the ruins of the broken city. And as the moon rose, she sang her loved ones to sleep once more, cause there was no one else to sing to.
- N.G.
#words#poetic#poetry#poets on tumblr#literature#sad poetry#sadnees#melancholic#quotes#aesthetic#aestheitcs
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"It is the deed of a monster to take the dignity of a human."
- N.G.
#writer#quotes#literature#books#books and libraries#aestheitcs#aesthetic#sad poetry#poetry#melancholic
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" It was a night of peace after a day of terror. But it was a peace that carried the scent of blood.
N.G.
#writer#text#poets on tumblr#poetic#sad poetry#poetry#quotes#not a quote#books#books and libraries#bookaddict#aestethic#melancholic#sadnees
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