emergingfrom thedark Poems

The sun is a sphere
of plasmatic fire:
bubbling; boiling; threatening to scorch
anything
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I ramble.
I figure it might be the only way to ever
get some half-truths out.
'Cause I don't know anymore,
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Once Was a long time ago,
When hatred was unimaginable
And blood thirst, a monstrosity.
Now I see the fallacies of yesteryear;
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I am vunerable;
helpless;
trusting, despite circumstances;
caring, yearning for the well-being of others...
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I slouch by the once vivid, now dying fire
watching the scarce embers glow,
remembering all of your sonnets to me
spoken in sweet voices, slow.
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I am without control; Without intention; Without compassion.
I do not see the human beings around me
As worthy of respect; of love; of help.
Yet I really do…
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Your words constrict my heart.
You’ve trick-roped me into emotional attachment;
You pull harder and the pain is exquisite.
To be apart is to be repeatedly massacred;
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That smile you give; inviting me in
As if I could come to you, without or within…
Nothing stands now in our way;
No boundaries, no society… There’s
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Dishonesty
has lost its novelty
and with it, so have you.
How does one express
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I am mystified.
Stupefied, and
d*** those starry eyes of yours
always groping at my heart
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