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Climb into the pumpkin seed Salted trickling sweat Bleeding beneath Such a crisp tortoise shell Breathe unto a cane Violated blank defiance Boldly sprouting Such a carnival of disciples Shelter fragile blossoms Passionate ignorance Carelessly awaiting Such a firm mutilation Pray to a jade goddess Opaque veils of vines Curiously shielding Such a resilient rind Cry for an earthly mother Foretold silent submission Cleverly aborting Such a pumpkin in bloom

Swirling into an abyss of shadow A thin white line is eagerly consumed And with each dance of a faulty mist A touch of morning ambiguously blooms The sharp chime of coffee spoons Panging against a sculpted crest Awakens a ritual more essential than sleep To transcend that bothersome longing for rest A cauldron bubbles beneath a steady drizzle Exciting the deep, rich substance prepared With a teaspoon of sugar; a dollop of cream The timeless potion is set to be shared Through the aroma freely gracing the room And last drops departing without a warning The mesmerizing scent of a cup of coffee Receives the familiar company of mo

The colors were beautiful, she said with a smile Her voice was precise and kissed by the absurd If only you were there, if you could see for a while, You would then understand my every word The roses were scarlet, but blue thorns adorned Expanding and contracting with each quiet breath Each second a new bloody rose bud was born Each second another was defeated by death And the swirling patterns, the dazed grape vines Sprang to life among the scarlet surrender The meticulous knots of the finest design Decorated the world with a new kind of splendor Such brilliance, such majesty that lit up the universe Was neither kind nor callous

In harmony lay waves of comfort Pressure felt only by auras of depth Each breath conjures the moments life has offered All that has been taken, all that has been silenced Chosen in our memories, our reflections Channeled to plains so foggy and damp Beauty caressing the tenderest of thoughts Turns ugliness and pain to a shuddering bliss Raising questions that pure consciousness can only receive A blanket of haze awakens passions of existence The need for our faces to be seen with purpose Tempt curiosity with distorted visions of reality Dancing in the mist of newborn knowledge Waves of nothingness mingle with fears and joys Push

Four years gone by Empty of expression and taste With both ears closed to the words of others Envy plasters every thought and emotion She plays the keys, no grey between Searching for the song within herself The heat of maybe stomped by imperfection Are remnants of the burden her own spirit seals The drums beat louder The passion of thunder reigns Random and free Just words on paper Just notes between the lines From her mind it will dance She must write to live Write to be Write to inspire Write to find peace Such time it takes to heal the old routine To unearth what lies within Such time for these deep caverns unexplored