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If only trees could suck in the soilure of malice, the world would survive on love


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He was never rude, he just found a way to prevent his heart from breaking..that was to pretend he never had one.


Perhaps we get too comfortable. We collide in strong altercations that leave our love exhausted. We would burn, like winter bonfires, without realizing the things we'd carelessly turn to ashes. Love faded before twilight, leaving us soaked in the coldness of things lost in the heart of friction, but if you want, we can watch the sunrise.




Doesn't it itch you too, that sometimes ignorance is the loudest drum in the hall, despite its unpleasing sound? It itches doesn't it, that it sounds like a 1964 broken record you don't know how to stop?


The bees I'll draw, and I'll stay.
I'll live here and connect to a kingdom,
Because what I dreamt I would find,
Has always been here.


And while scars seem to tattoo that
Journey all over again, I'll keep wide awake.
I know the best flowers breathe here,
and I'll unlock the curls that bind
Emotions in slavery.


I dreamt of running across the earth
where the skies and mountains meet,
hoping to collide with the one
whose silhouettes I've always envisioned.


But on realizing love is never lost,
I discovered the berries starving
The water I deserted while thinking
Of unreachable oceans.


I had lost hope for the fruits
Of never giving up after losing.
I had lost the map to the fountains
of love lost while the world we know
Got burnt in a cruel crossfire.


Hurricanes:

I'll put hurricanes in a jar,
And conquer the sobs of this life.
Reviving dead pieces of life,
I'll travel back to clouds afar.
Storms will gather at eagle's eye
And winds shall hear a whistling coup.
Kerfuffles will hoo-ha the blue,
And Woo shall cry the birds and I.
I love the surge that make a storm,
Calm when all life is hiding breath.
But then, the tropics are lukewarm,
Like these emotions when they roam.
Fly low, go high, some lost in death,
But deep down I know I'll be home.

#sonnet #tetrameter #iambic


Grenade:

One day,
You'll brust
From taking
My patience
For granted.
Because knowing
Or without knowing
You'll hold what's
Precious in contempt.
You'll step on me,
And I'll explode.
I'll blow you.
I'm a grenade,
With just a little bit
Of tolerance.
I'll look at you
And never see you.




Freaky lullaby:

You lullabied me,
You fed me.
Lilacs listened too,
making us two.
You lullabied us,
You fed us.
You bred stars,
They felt us.
Like a foetus,
Unripe with innocence
You sang us,
To ambiance.
Storms gathered,
But slathered,
We lay, dead.
We died, fed.

©
A. Michael Tupu


But when tomorrow visits,
When dawn falls and meets my horizon,
I'll have what's mine,
I'll erase him from your pages,
And before everything stops functioning,
Before the sun sets east,
Before tomorrow overhears these cries,
I'll own my butterflies again.
I'll have a complete you as mine.


Yesterday came and ebbed away,
Just like you and your sorrow.
You're not here anymore,
Like the sun buried in the dark night.
Gone, but I sleep in the comfort
Of my thoughts anyway,
Knowing that stars will call you
By your favorite middle name,
For the sake of the moon that I used to be,
And before first light
I know you'll be right before my eyes.




Honesty is the blanket
My mind puts on her face
To hide behind the truth.
When I try to shield myself
From the firey spears of her
Unbridled emotions she says,
"I'm sorry, but
Honesty is my way of loving
Your battered soul."




© Courtney Peppernell in Pillowthoughts iii

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