Love, an undying freedom of enduring Ecstacy
It's profound ignition transparents eons of the inverse Melancholy
Seen by a soul with a hallow naked eye
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An authors most intimate art piece
Being
Clothed with his thought stained
Fortress.
Love, an infinite river of out flowing spiritual essence
Flawless from its embodiment in us
Raw nurtured to bare fruit of humanity
While grounding roots of self-love that expand to the far ends of internal growth.
The art of love is incapable of being tarnished to non-existence.
Our hearts like matching outfits, the only difference is that mine is torn
Empty promises are a bottle filled with crucified angels
Fading memories, deprived from a bleeding entity
It's a deadbed Confession how love is prophesied
Its ephemeral element leaves astray hearts in the cold
Unbearable agony generalises hatred onto our tongue's.
Exhibiting black image's, beauty witnessed without sequential patterns of gratified thought.
The ratio of one soul holds a sequence of universal parables.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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Heartfelt, like those lines, lovely