Autumn color displays
its soul, complex and deep.
Eyes feast upon intricacies,
drama against sullen sky.
November’s grip, winter
chasing sun
sky threatening
eruption, emotion held
to its breast,
since spring came and went.
Intense hue
a taste, pungent;
how it lies upon my tongue
awaiting discovery.
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The older I get,
the more I realise
just how like the sea I am.
It was always blue to me,
that liquid expanse of horizon.
Melancholic with longing.
A churning, churlish mass of feeling,
everything happening beneath the surface,
much like my own insides.
A soul at turns calm or chaotic.
But as quickly as it is stirred,
bellowing forth with a tempest of emotion,
it is released and gentles itself.
Changeable tides
that ebb and flow as response,
some inner metronome
that keeps a steady beat
like my heart.
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It is a fire that rages
with violence
Burning with a vivid emotion
undeclared
unnamed
unembraced
that engulfs us
We become the Phoenix
rising from within
A breath of ashes
becoming the oxygen
we need to survive
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Artwork by eiladh at Deviant Art; “Shade”
I will not speak to you through my words.
though you will find my answer there.
I will give you my voice
untutored
and irresolute
replete with the cracks and inflection of emotion
as I battle myself
and allow a dismantling of this mighty fortress I’ve erected.
Each stone removed
giving way to vigorous expression of thought
becoming certain
urged on by the slight presence of fingers
at the small of my back.
No guide
simply assurance.
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Her senses were assaulted
First by the briny, tangy salt air smell
And then by the crashing of the waves
Upon the rocks
She followed smell and sound
To the aged door
Leading down to the sea
To her secret place
The one that tugged at her heart
And lifted her soul
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Letters
Penned in my blood
Parts of my soul
Etched onto paper
An offering of myself
Each day
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She wandered through
The maze of her life
Searching for
Happiness
Understanding
Love
Only to find
That she was close enough
To see it
But not close enough
To touch
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She has become a ghost
To him
Invisible to the naked eye
He hears her faint whispers
In his ear
But cannot see her
His head is full of other images
He cannot remember her
She has become
An elusive hint
Of something warm
Something special
Something tender
And loving
He cannot see her
But he can feel her
She has settled into his skin
His quiet passenger
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Happiness
Sadness
Anger
Frustration
Disappointment
Love
Desire
Passion
Every time I put pen to paper
I am bleeding words
This storm
A beautiful symphony
Of sound
The crack of the thunder
Sudden and deafening
Combined with the bright white light
Of the lightning
Coming ever closer
The rain comes down
In what seems buckets
Flooding the lanes
And soaking thirsty plants
Completely drenching me
And in a way, calming me
I love the rain
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