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Dreamworld

A lullaby to sleep,

Hoping for something to reap,

Last blink of the eyes,

Pray for the skies,

An ocean of whys.

"Dream me something"

Desperately asking.

"Dream me a world"

Something ought to be unfurled.

In the morning,

One cannot remember,

An evening of aching.

What's left is another,

Song you cannot sing.

                                 

        -Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

White Petals

White petals, come undone.

Silly thorns, gone by the

sun wrenches out of life.

I broke the code to a secret.

What secret?

An overwhelmed scent I smell.

Scars on white petals.

What have you done?

A word without a meaning,

is just another night of dreaming

nightmares that clouds your

senses' ability to see.

How can something so obselete

so beautiful in the ears of

a pitiful little flower?

I want pressed flowers to keep,

White little petals comes so cheap.

I'll keep it for me.

For me.

For me.

For you.

Keep it for you.

Keep it and tie them down.

Please don't let them drown

in your very little vase.

                            

       -Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

First Sight

You drag a chair,

As a mother's hands

shackling the hair of a child,

her name in the air it shatters.

The heels of the chair

peircing through the snow,

garbages and settles among them.

You sat on it, the front

porch lights flickering

black into the void of

black and black in the shades 'till

you see the sky.

The sky. Oh, the sky,

Lyrics were a flowing

river of blood from a broken

heart of a son whose mother

he'll never see again.

My sweet, sweet sentiments,

Asking and pleading for currents

to run through hell and heaven

its glinting knife penetrating

through land and through you

cutting the sky into two as

you stare into it.

The world opens.

                                   

-Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

Glitter

Pirouetting in a dress,

Carrying it with caress.

Glitters fly and it stains your skin,

Yet, so bright, your eyes gleam,

And your grin so wide,

Your eyes are buried in your cheeks.

Under the moonlight,

Glitters glaring and bright.

All was just glistening white,

No color, just light.

My eyes are blind.

-Amery Crag

i just spilled a bottle of glitter and...well, I wrote a poem about glitter.

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

Words of Frustration

Snow and ice, it's hailing,

The stars won't hide,

Until the sky is breaking,

Until the sun is waking,

From its sleep on the hillside.

Hail offers one thing,

The singleness of everything.

At once, I am colorblinded.

Ain't a single flower is present,

For me to be reminded,

Of all things pleasant.

Look into a stranger's eye,

And a warrior goes to cry.

Oh! Such a villainous sound!

Yet, silence was crowned.

The laurel wreath so tight,

It encloses my head as I fight.

-Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

Leaves

A growing elm is a flowing congregation

of harrowing leaves that plagues

through a realm of constellations,

A feckless little thing, you say?

And yet, it'll wring out every

song that I sing when I pray.

I am the feckless one, with the

incandescent air that surrounds me,

A sun, with its rays withering

into a sea of floating wraiths.

Hold my hand.

Hold my hand.

I'll withstand it.

A wreath from the elm, held my head,

it is a thread that I never thought

I'd dread to encapsulate me.

Its branches that crawls to the sky,

fiddles around and scribbles

out the stars' light.

Say goodbye, it has tampered the

world with guilt.

Who wrote it then?

Who watered the leaves that weaves

itself around my head again and again?

Maybe I did.

Did I utter my name because it did?

No one knows and no one will, and the

roots of an elm that surrounds me

is no place for my goodwill,

and in a sea, a grain of salt is

nowhere to be seen.

I'll never be aware without a help,

And help is also a salt to the sea.

I'll start.

I'll start looking.

I'll start erasing the words scribbled over

the walls of my room and on my skin.

I'll cut the overflowing twigs and

branches before it bares out a twin.

I'll glare out a grin.

                           

     -Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

Untold Strangers

Knock on the first, where

I saw a stranger on a hearse,

Their lifeline, a line on the sea.

It was another key, I picked

on the floor of sweet velvet carpets,

To a wistful door where I stayed

day and night in a casket.

 

It was a story to tell,

Yet, how could I? My lips were sealed

shut, my lips that I poisioned

with a smile that misspells my name.

I hid it in my disheartened eyes.

So look into it because I broke my wrist,

A language I owned, ceased to exist.

/Monday. Tuesday, Wednesday/

A rotten body halfway to the door.

Knocks on the door, I can't ignore whilst

a thousand languages seemed to bore

shame in my eyes and mind.

I was gagged. Silent. Anxious.

/Thursday. Friday. Saturday./

Knock on the second and I'll answer the

call where I welcomed the line of a decayed

achiever, remember the line? the sea?

I used the key and ran on it.

Strangers from the past.

Strangers from the future.

Strangers from the present.

Strangers from my own house.

Strangers that I met in my own heart.

Which language would they prefer?

Which language would I prefer?

/Sunday./

I don't want to lose them, and yet,

A stem that branches into a mayhem

is the shame that my eyes bore.

They are now stuck into a book,

Where I can look without running away from it.

I'll write. I know I'll write.

/Monday./

I lost track of the cycle.

I lost track of the time.

So, I sat and waited for February.

-Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

December

They come and go,

The days, they flow,

Like the churning river,

Again and again,

To the same direction,

The same as then.

I am wrapped in an embrace,

I always hate that place,

Guilt is always watchful,

I am so grateful,

It's December!

I don't want to remember.

                                  

       -Amery Crag

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

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[universally-acknowledged-person]

Unwritten

The world sings of love,

Ballads were carried,

By white little doves.

With poetry and music,

And with a dash of acrylic,

Reflects the blissful sentiments,

And the brokenheartedness.

I sang and read along,

But I don't belong.

I am merely celebrating,

The melody and the rhythm,

Even of the hidden,

Idioms and riddles.

Maybe one day,

I could write of flower bouquets,

And sing of ache and sorrow,

Of the love that ends tomorrow.

                                         

  -Amery Crag

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