Oh! She is steep,
The kind that makes you yearn
And fearful to leap;
Because one second
She'll show worlds of looming glory,
And in another you're consumed and spent.
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Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
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Mon vide, you are a sailor, sea-swallowed and sea-spat. Your days on ship are spent with memories of your feet in the sand, and the nights on land forget to cradle you like the sea.
Under its blaze, when the sun is as of use as its sunlight, with desparation, you want it to guide you somewhere beyond. Poor sun, when it beckons you deeper, further, all you want is for it to shine on your beloved.
There is only disdain for you here. Under the sun, you will never be satisfied.
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I want to be like the tides, gentle and roaring. I would try to kiss the moon in one blink and come crashing down in another. But I am not that free. I am this little plant that seeps and stays. My smile depends upon the skies. Even if I hate to admit it, the winter solstice makes me long for warm lights.
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My love was a dream
So fulfilling that after it
All reality could give
Fell short
And nothing in this empty world
Could ever hold
The serendipity
Of my humble dissociation
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I came wounded
To the shore.
Sure, it was foolish,
To hope,
To be soothed,
To be cradled,
To know less aches;
Lighter on the waves.
But I was too wounded,
Abrasions and bruises.
Surprise! I dived! I cried!
It burns, even the ocean.
You are on your own
Sail wherever you like
These waves are your to tame
This spirit has always been your own to break
And when it comes, the end
Inhale this scent, this sea
Sing your swan song in ecstasy
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Oh! She is steep,
The kind that makes you yearn
And fearful to leap;
Because one second
She'll show worlds of looming glory,
And in another you're consumed and spent.
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The days I meet you, I am almost convinced, I can wear yellow.
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I am him
Because like Antonio
'In sooth I know not why I am sad.'
I am weary till I am distraught,
Though my sunken ships never see the shore.
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One day
Someone curious enough
Will ask me about my favourite word.
And that will be my cue
To flash a truly enigmatic smile
And somehow mumble ' might.'
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