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The Sun is a Bright Reminder
11/24/16
The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.
The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.
I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.
But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.
So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
It took all my strength to fill all I lack.
We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.
Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?
Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.
I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.
But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean kisses the shores.
So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.
I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
11/24/16
The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.
The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.
I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.
But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.
So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
It took all my strength to fill all I lack.
We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.
Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?
Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.
I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.
But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean kisses the shores.
So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.
I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
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Coming to Terms - Chapter one
Hey there, glad you could make it. It isn't often you humans trust a Vura. What do you call us? Sirens? Oh, never mind. Let us start with introductions. It would do for you to know who I am, as this will be a long tale and will require several meetings between us. I am Meloku deNysa, a member of the Serkan family. Ah, no need to introduce yourself. I already know who you are.
Now, for my story. Myth and legend both tell us that a hero's story starts with an unusual birth. This should have told me from the start that my sister would be such. After all, I carried her. No, she is not my daughter. I am, to this day, what you would call a vir
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Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
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Yours
Yours
Make me
Groan with delight
Hold tight my fantasy
Fight against all the shackles
Keep me balanced, the room's spinning
We forsake all others, forsake ourselves too
While sating our thirst, while feeding our hungers
We tie up loose ends around each other's collarbones
By breaking bones and rules and taking everything for granted
Can't stop hiding the images behind my eyes and memorizing them
Swirling the lust around, a wine taster savoring intimate flavors
Floating on blues and greens, absorbing your sensuality too
Bodies intertwined, come down from above my frame
Fasten your mouth to mine, breathing tandem
Pressed together, it's urgent
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"Let me be what I am suppose to be
Why don't you support me"
Hits like a truck. You always hope the people you love unconditionally, will love you back the same. When they dont, it's detrimental. This poem made me very reflective of my past. Everything about tho prom feels genuine and real and human. I love that about it.
Why don't you support me"
Hits like a truck. You always hope the people you love unconditionally, will love you back the same. When they dont, it's detrimental. This poem made me very reflective of my past. Everything about tho prom feels genuine and real and human. I love that about it.