A scarlet plane
where spider lilies bloom,
holding her body
falling into seamless sleep.
Cobalt and cold
lips collide
for the very last time,
in mourning
by the blood sky.
Abandoned to transgression,
last whispered words
stolen by a gust of wind.
Where spider lilies bloom,
time is suspended
in equivocal silence.
Principle butchered
my sweet Love.
Centipedes crawl frail fingers,
emerald eyes empty
to iridescent glass.
Goodbye,
Princess of Thorns.
Tag: Love Poem
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Those honeycomb eyes
pollinate my withered heart.
Full bloom, together. -
I'll set you free, a distant memory like the smoke ribbons dissipating into the stale air. You should escape into the nothingness of my mind. I've set you free, my ineffable to where I begin and you end, so I may find love. - I've burrowed my fear in her laughter and forgiving smile. Her voice undresses my insecurity. I no longer want to feel different, just to feel her only. An insatiable appetite for velvet lips I have tasted but once. Dead butterflies flutter again. Her name dances through my subconscious. It sobers my loneliness, and reminds me I have a home somewhere. - Thank you, my ineffable. Destruction and fate are quite similar. Farewell, Sawyer
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Chocolate opal eyes set ablaze a fire that would smolder all in its fury. As my blood turned blue, an immortal angel sang a long-lost lullaby to comfort the souls of sunken men. Scarlet stained truth from petty white lies, how have I become everything I once denied?
Sawyer S.
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Don't think like that. I'll be gone by the morning. Smell my favorite sweater, forget what you always try to remember. "you're beautiful" are my clever words because the camera turns and you're inevitably hurt. You play with fire and expect to get burned. You always said I was thinking of her. Don't think like that. You said I was your addiction. Ghosts of valentines past whisper this same affliction. Quit me. Say it with conviction. In three months, I'll ask you how you're doing and you'll tell me that you're fine. Such a pretty, busy mind. We're all doing fine. Such a pretty, busy mind. My gentle mermaid.
Sawyer S.
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Hush. Let's play pretend.
Dig your claws into my neck.
Mark me, so I can remember what I should forget.
Bathe me in your scent.
Remind me, which part of you I should regret.
Hush. Let's play pretend.
Say it again.
"Stay."Sawyer S.
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As the smoke settled,
I could see fire;
crimson blazed in her irises.
I was but ember and ash
flashbacks of that same shade
twirling in my fingertips
as if I could see fallen spirits.Sawyer S.
Addict Brain Poetry by Sawyer 