In deepest stone and darkest cave is found
The rarest gems of true worth and beauty
With colors bright and pure their shape is round
But dark and dirt obscure them all to see
Will thou hide away? Where then is thy sight
Down deep in sunken earth which like a grave
Doth hide all witness to thy beauties light
But holds a treasure only for the brave
Who journey down to mine the precious stone
Like lovers who seek favor from a girl
So that they might in love not be alone
Would face the dragon's might all in a whirl
For you my love I'd travel down to hell
To pluck your gem from deep within its well
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I started writing fanfiction and slowly over time have progressed to writing poetry and short stories. On Vocal I hope to continue my writing and slowly begin to make a name for myself.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Love this sonnet so very much! Lovely.