Falling and Rising

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‘Sun And Moon Abstract Art’ by Sketchii Studio

The moon was unhappy.
Surrounded by stars,
and as beautiful as she was,
she felt different and alone,
and all of that was not all.

The stars poked fun at her;

they had things to say about her size,
and other bad things, her rise.
They took her light for granted;
it didn’t shine exactly like theirs.

The sun doesn’t trust anyone;
she won’t let you come close to her.
Stars only appear when she’s away now
’cause she’s fierce and very defensive,
but deep, deep, deep inside every sun
is the old half-moon groaning in pain,
and deep, deep inside every big, bright sun
is a full moon wanting to be loved.

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What Do You Want?

Is he here to live?
Is he here to leave or what?
Is he even here?

Miss Badlee Hurte

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You can’t write me down in history
if we have no history;
you can’t say “there was a time”
if there was no “there” there.
You can’t bite my lips
if I don’t kiss you.
Every other Badlee Hurte
took a cup of caution.
Not me, I drank two.

The featured painting was created by Daria Ts, in the year 2010.

Death II: Death in Shining Armour

Death didn’t spare my previous knight
on his way to meet me,
so he became death.
He died; 
he was dead inside.
He broke hearts and ripped souls,
but I welcomed him with open arms.
Totally rejecting the idea that
he was completely dead,
I tried to fix his wounds.
He snatched my heart and broke it in six,
and I let myself die the 6th time.

Look, I am very quickly becoming death;
so, find another queen.
My flowers are not yours to wet;
my heart’s not yours to win.


Note:
Your knight was/is not Death, queen;
your real knight will come!

 

Left, Right, Forward March, Backward Match

She insisted that she had to be right,
so he left.

Us is Dead

Why do I miss you so much
if you are right beside me?
You are gone from you,
you are gone from me.
Your eyes don’t recognize me anymore,
I can’t see myself in them.
You’re alive,
and I’m alive,
but Us is dead;
Us is not on this bed.