Lauren Kapusta

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The night comes around at last.
The stars shine like luminous diamonds.
My heart swells and falls like a sea.
The two feelings urge yet repel me.
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Nearly a decade has melted away into,
The vast cruel sea of time.
From the bowels of obscurity, I found seemingly,
Insignificant troves of papers.
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So a dream came to me late one night,
On swift silent raven's wings.
And it was of you, my bittersweet.
It was the first lovely encounter we had,
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Darkness is all that is felt.
The halls are silent and empty.
The innards of the black-stoned home,
Are dismal and depressing.
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Green, green, green...
Almost a paradise on Earth.
Birds chirp, nature's chorus.
Flies annoyingly buzz around my head.
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Autumn is a season.
It is a season in which things seemingly die.
It is a part of life and the planet itself.
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Autumn is the eternal state of my soul.
Everyday, I continue to wither and die.
The wings of the raven are my movement.
Grey skies line my retina.
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Somehow, the sun finally set on it.
A beautiful, wonderful, joyful institution,
Cruelly put down by the ones who,
Claim it is still very much alive.
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Philosophers, atheists, economists and the,
Elite can't seem to decide on one thing:
What is peace?
It is only an opinion of the heart to me.
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Obsession is a python that agonizingly,
And mercilessly crushes the spirit.
The embrace of death is lovely and bitter-sweet.
It can lull you to your private Heaven.
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She slouches in her prestigious seat,
Her eyes heavy with apathy.
Her once happy visage glows with grave sorrow.
Torn by a sense of guilt, she sits in uneasy silence.
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Moonlight is my companion as I begin.
My shadow, my only friend.
I look up anf behold, I see a full moon.
A pallid color makes it seem,
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I'm so strict in love.
I push away all that I can have,
But that will probably not have me.
I feel I am in love.
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Rain falls but doesn't moisten him.
He sees black-clad people gathered.
Flowers are thrown into a hole.
The holy man's words fall on deaf ears.
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Sunset over the crystal blue waters.
The shadow of the palm tree growing.
Sand slowly losing its warmth.
Silhouettes of gulls against the dulling sky.
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Gray skies are all I see.
My eyes still bleed tears.
My heart still beats in a sad tone.
I am alone and grieving.
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At heart, she is an angel.
But the world around her turns her sad.
She would have white wings.
She would be happy.
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