"Lost in the depths, seek whispers of your own soul." — (via @tenwordsonly)
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A hidden message
Ballet an art form
Destroying the mold slowly
Graceful undoing
- A haiku by none other than myself (11/25/2022)
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Liberation's Thesis Statement
There is no such thing
as a default human being
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i thought that the poets
were just being dramatic
like they so often tend to do
until i met you, my love.
until i met you.
-mars
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I want to be different, but I'm still just me.
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I am the artist and you are my canvas. Every word I write is in the shape of you.
Music: Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Variation 18 by Sergei Rachmaninov as performed by City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra.
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I’m not afraid to watch your eyes
groaning grinding lost in time.
Betwixt, affixed upon performance.
The power exchanged far too enormous.
By default,
can’t pass through hands.
Far too yours to leave your lands.
A hunger yields just for a moment.
Will not stay a key component.
It will reset, be washed anew.
Primal carnage cast askew.
Hunger waiting, watching, pacing.
Here a feeling, mine for taking.
And so for moments cast in roles.
Jointly working towards a goal.
Fruition of carnal desire.
Do this right and shirk all ire.
Lose yourself in your gyration.
Peak performance at your station.
Thank god we place our outlets here.
A euphoric mind less apt to fear.
-s.z (Lasting)
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When the sun has kissed every single smile you grow,
When the rain has wept away oceans of woe,
When the grass becomes field becomes meadow becomes forest,
When the birds have long memorized your sweet laughter’s chorus,
When the wind has whispered my love from all its directions,
When I run out of ways to share my affections:
through frost and flame, to mountains and shores,
Still you are mine, Still I am yours.
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