Author: Myiesha
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Peripeteia
You’re the calm before the storm, And the calamity it has caused You’re the fire weepingTears of coalAnd the inferno swallowing Lands of hoax You come in form of rain, I entrap the petrichorYou come in form of pain, I wail to feel you more
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Dreamy fancy
A few words, I speak.I stutter, I stammerand there on the battleground,I wait for someone to come and stab me. I reach the edge,And then I slumpInto a river that floods the townYou don’t understand, the water is neck-deep.I’m begging for mercy on God’s feet.Now only guiltNow only remorseAnd repeating tapes from the combatMy mother…
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Drizzle in your xeric
You are Belle, a small-town princessWho’s yet too braveShe must’ve met a peculiar Greek godFor she can turn everythingmurky Into something golden
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Panache
Something there is that spites and sniggers at him For his faux reel comes out in forms of Disintegrated blithesome colours that make no deals. Like a monk cursing a lily-white crook Like a halo, he paints a circle of light Like a sash lift on a window He sways again, marks another arch This…
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Lucelia
She’s always loved the rain Because she gets to take the petrichor And store it for evermore As a memory from her reverie. Seven worlds away, in an elysian space, Her divinity screams “Oh Lucelia, come back home to me” Lucelia grew up amongst a caliginous haze A silver clad crook’s curse enchanted her brain …
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Two more minutes
Your magicians call it futile, gray and ghastly. And right before they inhume your so called “fracas” You hope they remember it.
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Ashes shall stay.
See you leaving now, something the military schools don’t cover How to leave your life behind to save another? Or would I be better off gone than be skinned alive by your glare? The ode to me you hurled, ‘don’t come alive, don’t dare’
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Swallow
I used to paddle around a wooden palletHold my head high in the skyThen I never took a single breath, but that didn’t kill me yetI met you, your blue eyes cut through all of my open wounds, what waste was the ruby on my shimmering hiltThat second I knew what I was looking throughBut…
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Bioluminescence in rain
Maybe this is the night life they reminisce to in hindsight Nefelibata, but your glow’s real as slant ropes Talk about solemn peace and talk of me My lighthouse sits by the shore Guides your illicit light show Altair and Vega in the harp of Orpheus The same seventh night of the seventh moon Come…
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Masquerade
I look at you, my eyes like sliver of moon Out of the blue, fade into your star-studded gloom My light grows dark, yours stays unharmed Lost in the fumes, the scent of your perfume Pages of neon novellas and preludes Mystical mishap, my marks now all on you “Shun the path that I tread”…
The Barbaric Yawp 