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Beatific Melancholy

October 20, 2012
By WhatAboutNikki DIAMOND, Uncasville, Connecticut
WhatAboutNikki DIAMOND, Uncasville, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Speak your mind even if your voice shakes." -Unknown
"The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of concious thought"-Unknown
"With me, poetry is not a purpose, but a passion" -Edgar Allen Poe
"Mad is stupid"-Pops

Our lungs break the piercing silence-
Steady breathing:
A living metronome
Keeping time for my wandering mind to use
As a way back home.

Our bodies so close,
Emitting a psychologically physical spark,
Igniting a fire in the wood of my mind,
Keeping us both warm
From the depths of my blockaded heart.

Our feet are cold underneath crisp covers,
Thawing as they overlap;
A type of pinky swear
Keeping us silently tied
Without rope nor string.

Our fingers intertwine,
Simultaneously pulling ourselves closer-
Bliss being conceived through experience,
Keeping my soul restless
As I fall into beatific melancholy
And you to indifference.

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