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Fillory

04:33 May 16 2017
Times Read: 332


Fillory

Come take me away, briskly.
Sweep me away, slowly.
Lift me away, cleanly.
Entice me away, serenely.
Magic me away, Fillory.

I don't want your incantations.
I don't want your veils.
I just want that piece of nature
that puts storm winds within rare sails.

Your dangers untold and hardships nigh numbered,
your secrets untold and sorrows all eased.
Acquiesce me your say, and allow me a spell
to visit your wellspring and suffering cease.

Don't lie to me, quickly.
Don't store my life smoothly.
Don't trick my love, truly
But just take me... my dear Fillory.


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02:10 May 12 2017
Times Read: 333


Slain
May 11, 2014 at 11:42pm ·


"... in his silent gaze,
while shackled
and the tide waters rose.
The prideful screams for aid
were loudest
as the tears his cheeks rode."


The deafening lack of voicing your heart
echoes through gasps as tears rolling start.
Fetch you that shard, that what makes you but whole,
Keeps all those happy, your bliss is the toll.
Shattered kept piece of that promise you sought,
and rendered but moot for all you had fought.
Look! Look at him drown! Pathetic shame.
But floats at the mere mention of his name.
Sooner die, scream inwards, than voice his flame;
Have it drowned by hatred. Don't do the same!
You can't love hatred, but hate it back.
Love! For hatred's love of hating, attacks.
Attacks all it sees, tears the happiest gleam,
till satisfied with destruction of dreams.
He drowns in his silence because he knows
love doesn't destroy and does not cause woes.
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A broken heart rends, and burns; falls apart.
after turning a charcoal deepest dark.
like a cautious artist after failing,
will love softly, paint slowly their feeling.
Care in their stroke for fear of destroying
all they would touch, or ending up hurting.
At first charcoal erases with such ease
Hours, days of work blown away by a breeze.
Slightest ill move and a work of art gone;
All those caresses and loving words drawn.
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