Storm

A malevolent maelstrom manifests

Deep within the caverns of confidence

A course of action, unforeseen, yet

Impending with a schedule for debauchery

None can hear the booms that shake viscerally

None can feel the vigorous grips of wind

None can constitute the requited defection

None can conform to its warnings.

Instead, we

Adhere to ignorance for the fruit of laughter

Forgetting the aches of hilarity.

After the storm has settled

Nothings seems repairable

And even in the spur of newfound teachings

The stain of black ashes

Seems to never dissipate.

Was it all worth it?

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Keen

We found love through our power

To endure the rings of Saturn

The atmospheric rust

Pushing bounds for hours

Denunciated fuss

For kids of simple stature

They’d shine off the dust

While we enjoyed the router

Yet, in spite of surface trust

We dyed as poised wallflowers

Colorful in trust

As petals fell from showers

Lips against the crutch

To cries of guilt in cower

Talks of hap and lust

To looting out the tower

And when the bricks adjust

To nothing that depends

I’ll know what it took

When you lost a best friend.

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#006

Love amongst the shadows

Kissed by life’s depart

Grief reprised by violence;

Self-assigned, to start.

Whisked away to meadows

Pulled until apart;

Drowned in hues of violet

Choking on the dark.