The sky is pink tonight.
It’s soft, beautiful, calm, silent and totally captivating.
It reminds me of you.
There it is just painting my heart.
Eyes with tears thinking, Always.
Love bigger than the sky.
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Blue Painting Me Pink
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Magnetic Whispers
They never listen. I warn them. I linger long after your logic and reason fade. My spirit is magnetic; magic radiates from the core of my soul. There are flames that are warm and delicious, but they’ll leave you empty and cold once you cross the invisible line I cannot tolerate. They never listen. While they shed the weight of who they pretend to be, I glow. A soul meant to feel not be tamed.
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Your Phantom
Did you think I wouldn’t walk with my head held high? That I would be unable to look you in the eye? I saw you crack, the color draining from your face at the weight of seeing me—a tormented man. I am the phantom you still long for; you simply a memory of someone I once thought about so highly of.
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Entwined Secrets
My eyes can’t hide.
Not from you.
They scream what my mouth never says.
Secrets that only unravel when yours take the lead.
Dancing to music I only know with you.
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My Kiss, Your Check…
Our last night together, I entered into it strangely. My walls were up, shielding myself from facing the reality of what I was. I was protecting my energy. The moment you wrapped your arms around me, I melted into you. Being yours felt as simple as breathing. I allowed myself to enjoy this one moment in time. Each touch was a soft ending. I filed away our conversation, your laugh—music to me. I love the way you make my mind work; you’re brilliant. You holding me, listening to you breathe while you slept, pulling me close to take me one last time… I knew it was just a need you were seeking, not me. You turned at the door, with a slight hesitation. I held my breath with hope. You stopped yourself, and so I kissed your cheek goodbye.
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Longing for the Light
My soul is suffocating, weighed down by absence,
Weeks without moonlight, or the sun’s gentle dance.
Separated from the waters that once held me tight,
The ache within grows, a relentless, hollow blight.
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Shadows of the Masquerade
The lure of truth, a siren’s call, beckoned me down a path of self-discovery. Words dripped with sincerity, yet masked the game. I walked the fine line, blinded by confidence, until the threads of manipulation began to weave their subtle spell.
The ghosts of my heart’s broken past lingered, echoes of a younger self, forever etched in the lines of my soul. Used, played, and discarded, a pawn in others’ games of amusement. Moments of tenderness, mere whispers in the wind, should have been overshadowed by vigilance.
I should have seen the signs, assessed the energy, actions, and words. But curiosity, a cat’s deadly fascination, kept me entranced. Yet, I’ve learned to harness its power, to send out karma’s subtle ripples, turning the tables on fate.
Now, I trust my inner voice, a beacon guiding me through life’s labyrinth. For I know myself, and in that knowledge, I’ve found my strength.
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Hades & Persephone: Shadows Bind and Shadows Bloom
If fate demands I wear the crown of Hades, know this: I am Persephone, the spark that fell into darkness and ignited its shadows. I brought life to the underworld’s sterile throne, and in its depths, I found my kingdom. I am the queen of the abyss, ruler of the twilight realm, where shadows dance and seeds of hope take root.
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The Weight of Shadows and Cages
My shadow loomed large, a constant presence that stole the light from my children’s eyes. Hypervigilance wove invisible cages around them, shielding them from unseen dangers that only I could see.
I held them close, yet distant, my grip a paradox of love and fear. The storm I shielded them from was one of shadows and whispers, a tempest that only I could hear. And in protecting them, I limited their growth, their wings clipped by the weight of my own trauma.
Now, I see the paths they might have taken, the heights they might have reached, had I not been bound by the chains of my past. The chance to watch them thrive, to bloom in the sunlight, was a gift I couldn’t give, a dream I couldn’t fulfill.
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Echoes of Indifference
Alone or dating, it’s all the same, you see – a fleeting desire for a few nights, a whispered promise of a backup call, a singular purpose that drains life of its meaning. No gentle calls to ask how I fare, no tender dates to cherish, just hollow echoes of suggestions I once shared, now used on others like a worn-out refrain.
No roses when illness wraps its chill around me, birthdays forgotten like yesterday’s whispers, no genuine interest in the rhythm of my life – just an empty vessel, a body without a soul. Sometimes they try a little harder, but it’s almost laughable, watching them think I’m blind to their games.
Men may wear different faces, but their intentions are a familiar melody. I see the pattern, the repetition, the emptiness. I won’t reshape myself to fit their fragmented desires. I know that when I walk away, they’ll be forever changed, searching for my face, hearing my name in the silence.
When I reach my destination, you’ll be left in the shadows, a fading memory, a whispered regret – you won’t be around to use me.
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