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scribbledpagesbysxn · 3 years
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You're a painting with the most wonderful colours that exist.
You're a song with the most enchanting melody there ever was.
You're a poem with the most beautiful lines ever written.
You're a dance with the most entrancing rhythm one could imagine.
You're a story with the most heartbreaking chapters.
You're a sculpture with the most magnificent craftsmanship.
You're a mess but you're a unique mess of old treasures and perfect memories and poignant moments. You're one of a kind, one that has never existed before and will never exist after.
You're history in the making. You're love in human form, you're fear and courage, you're happiness and sorrow, you're creation and destruction, you're tranquility and rage.
You're uniquely you. Don't ever forget that.
~Sxn
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Again
I keep wanting to write about you
It feels like a need of sort
I hope that there are days so few
When your heart feels short
Again, another sunrise, another day and pain
See you setting like an enchanting dusk
All your efforts to sleep and survive only in vain
It's dawn already and you smell like sweat and musk
One more sunrise and you'll be gone you say
Hurting me beyond my threshold
One more sunrise and you'll be gone away
Sobbing to see my tears melt in the cold
But another sunrise will come again
Returning you back to me
I'll chase you to the horizon then
Because home is where you are, you see?
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Starlit Apocalypse
And like the heavenly bodies circle their orbits,
so did I revolve around you.
Some kind of celestial attraction
Inevitable gravitation
Your light consuming my vision,
blinding all evils.
You extinguish night
with the way your eyes shine, so starlike.
And as it was, I stood
As the ground crumbled beneath our feet
And the earth consumed us
My gaze locked
And a familiar smell came to fill the air
This was brighter than any star,
It was the truth exposed and expelled
Nauseous, translucent
It was our fate that could not be denied.
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scribbledpagesbysxn · 3 years
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Hey everyone! 
So I was finally able to change my dingy old laptop for a new one and I retrieved all my old documents from the backup and discovered some decent snippet poetry I’d written throughout last year and the years before and I thought I’d share some of them: 
It felt like yesterday when time stopped and the world belonged to just us, I felt happy, like nothing could ever make that happiness fade. Now it’s just me in the lonely house with the ghost of his words and the voices of our past- that I had taken for granted that keep ringing in my ear like a never ending sad reminder what used to be there.
                                                                      ~Sxn
. . . 
She was the angel that watched over me, the angle that silenced the monsters inside me. She borne this unfathomable feeling that broke down every wall I created around me.
It didn’t make me feel unsafe, that’s how daringly she wrapped her wings around me to protect the scarred soul that couldn’t be healed.
She healed it.
                                  ��             ~Sxn
. . . 
The sky darkened, it hadn’t even been three p.m. but the clouds covered the sky.
The whole house was quiet, so was she, so was her heart. It was breezy and the curtains on the window swing back and forth her face.  
Her thoughts were the only whispers she could hear. “Life isn’t just a journey is it? It’s a feeling too.”
                                                                        ~Sxn
. . . 
“I can, too be good enough, Let me once try” Sinking in misery, In tearless pain he’d cry. He tries to pacify his soul, his torn up worth the lies” ’tween their dilated distances that seem as big as the skies. He sits there, he gazes in the abyss of the night just hoping someday they’d trust him, and see him for what he is his flaws despite.
                                              ~Sxn
. . . 
Does music ever feel like a part of you?
Like the ocean waves you love to play with, like the tranquility of the mountains, like the soft whisper in your ear telling you that that is where you truly belong?
                                                    ~Sxn
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scribbledpagesbysxn · 2 years
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"I have always been fascinated by clouds. millions and millions of liters of water evaporated by a ball of burning gas billions of miles away that controls basically the entire earth's weather. most clouds are gigantic - some of the larger ones are about the size of cities and several times taller than Mount Everest.
"The average cloud has a more interesting life than most people. But most of the time we discard them with the generalized statement of "oh wow, look at the clouds, they look so pretty today". But you aren't a cloud. you are someone I actually give a shit about. even if you were someone who at first talked to me with the intention of changing a political opinion I can't even remember anymore. you were present somewhere in the back of my mind, occasionally popping up. you're probably the closest I've been to someone."
-S, your first email in a year
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scribbledpagesbysxn · 3 years
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Autumn Romance
Our paths crossed on a late autumn evening,
You looked at me with a curiosity that made me wonder what’s so intriguing about me.
Your warm touch, your warm eyes had me feeling
Like someone wrapped a comfortable cover around me.
Our first conversation still is fresh in my mind five years later,
The way you spoke showed the love you had for life,
The little things that drew a smile across your face,
Had me smiling, unknowingly.
You were a fresh breath of air
That I hadn't felt for the longest time, and I admired how,
Every inch of your blood craved to learn every bit of the world
And that seemed to quench my thirst.
And so somehow, that day,
Much like the fiery autumn leaves that fell on the paths,
I fell in love with you.
~Sxn
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Upon request, I present to you our collaboration!
http://thevagabondking.tumblr.com/ - In bold
http://scribbledpoetry.tumblr.com/ - In italics
be warned i am a restless vagrant seeking everything extraordinary avoiding all that is mundane i am a wandering soul my heart is no one’s home i cannot be harnessed i slip through all bindings i am no one’s love, i love no one and i often ask myself why i submit to such a life because there is no vagabond that can escape all afflictions i am the guitar string provoked, but makes no sound taste is for feelings of yesterday, never tommorow because i won't be here i am not here i am everywhere where sun touches dirt and children play with innocence i avoid all that contains the blood of love, it's a calorie free substance and i need sustanence for this journey to no where i am a wandering soul, my heart is no one's home
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Everything I recieved was absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much!
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