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teensciture · 1 year
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She will sell her soul to see two smiles
and buy some flesh to see it shine
and if her bones will break for you
you'll know she's been good all the time.
Keep in mind O sweet children of mine
souls can be bought and flesh burnt
even bones learn to mend over time
But your blood running through her veins
Will never stop spilling like wine.
.....ZHC
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teensciture · 1 year
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teensciture · 1 year
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The song of Earth
The meadow’s melody was a mellow measure,
and the waves voiced a wild note.
Songs of snow were sung in symphony,
the earth danced and sang in leisure.
Once Heavenly and divine,
the meadows now mourn in melancholy;
is it the music of the wondrous time
or the ballads of behaviour
that took all her glee away.
So on this fateful morn
must we all pledge
to sing a hopeful tune in harmony;
so that naught shall be squandered,
and none would mourn.
…..ZHC
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teensciture · 2 years
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The theme of #midnights being all glitters and flickers, here is a drizzle of gold.
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teensciture · 2 years
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-----The White Rose-----
She was a white rose
in the sea of once green now grey grass
and wild weed’s shadows;
far and wide, her smell spanned
and her petals were lovely
for she was the soul of the land.
He was the keeper
of the buds and leaves
and suddenly, the grass looked greener
because it was love on first bloom
but the rose and her dear
were destined to doom.
The word of her beauty rode
on her scent and spread beyond the seas
in lack of care, his envy echoed
for amongst the people he was known widely
because of his ascendants
but for her aura, she was loved deeply.
When the rain of ignorance poured
from the clouds of oblivion
and never was enough what she endured
she drowned in sorrows
for out of the green
he brought a red rose.
He adored and kept the scarlet blossom,
while the white beauty had learned to take care of herself
over the years, she gained more wisdom
but then one day she, met her end
it was a sad mishap
but from thereon, immortal became her scent.
—–Z.H.C.
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teensciture · 2 years
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The reader
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She read of the boy with a wand,
he taught her that death was great and grand.
She read of the girl who was a demigod,
she taught her that battles against evil can be won against all odds.
And on and on she read until she disappeared between the pages,
because with each passing word, she was novel and new.
And now she dreams with open eyes
and cries for people who never died.
She has lived a million  lives
and died a thousand times.
She pauses between moments,
trapped in pages of wonderment.
Appreciating sentences and celebrating independences,
which were never hers.
Words feel real and reality seems distant,
to her the world is non-existent.
She is a reader.
-----ZHC
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teensciture · 2 years
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-----Air sweeps the sunlight-----
The air was sweeping every ounce of sunlight
to deliver it to a foreign land
paving the way for a star-filled night
for as far as the horizon expands.
For the horizon expands far and wide
equally dividing the domain
and sees the air around twilight
flooding the coast with sunlight again.
-----Z.H.C.-----
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