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
Tag: love
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Bathed in kerosene, burning this field of tulips. My ineffable.
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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.
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“A Mug for You, Too.” By Sawyer S. “Feral Thought” is Addict Brain Poetry’s former pen name.
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My dear Sapphire Sophia,
with reservoir irises that have abandoned Autumn.
You cannot forgive what has already been forgotten.
Thorns blossom from the asphalt.
My dear Sapphire,
it was never our fault.
Sawyer S.
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Upon barren soil,
a single tulip blossoms;
resuscitation.
Sawyer S.
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If I ever have the chance of change,
I shall don this hood
and not puddle from rain.
Sawyer S.
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a novel: insecurity, departed
prologue: an angel turned harlot with chapters splattered in scarlet
his carcass is tarnished, heartless
he felt like a fallacy, a malady rotting much like the spoiled apple she gave him that brisk December day.
he gave it to every angel since though rumor slanders him as a thorned prince
today there is much to his garden. Autumn has shared her harvest.
and if all remains honest, these pages shall not be tainted in scarlet
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Puppeteer princess,
mercy, a Siren will sing.
Knot the noose of string.
Sawyer S.