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September 9, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

There is a shade of blue right below his eyes,
Serene like the midnight skies of November,
But there is a complete set of Crayola pastels
When he squints to make a room for a smile.

There is magic in the way he picks his words,
And blows them into the air like wild flowers;
There is madness in the music of his laughter,
Lingering still like a tumultuous festival hymn.

There is a calm in the chaos of his thoughts,
And a symphony in the seconds of his silence.
There is inspiration from the tales of his pains,
There is salvation from the history of his sins.

There is peace within the perimeters of his soul,
radiating like a galaxy of an alternate universe.
There is courage etched like scars on his arms,
And strength in the flowing tears down his face.

There is beauty beneath his delicate defenses,
And there is perfection in his incompleteness.
There is light by the shadows of... Read More

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She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales.
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