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It's broken. Like the vows We've sworn and pledged to each other, Our destinies are entwined together in a dance of mystery.
Its pieces fell. Like the leaves of a blossoming tree, Our spirits burned and bloomed with passion, painting everything around red.
Its masks shattered. Like our hearts, the sun was burning eternally upon our lives and it seemed that for Us no night ever existed.
It's shredded into dust. Like our pasts, that have crossed each other time after time, our bodies crossed - joined by our breaths.
It's drifting aimlessly into the void. Like pieces of a blown up star, we fly far from each other, only to find each other yet again.
Its purpose was taken, and dreams - undone. Like all my efforts, Our future is bound to be great, for it shares both our destinies.
Its silence is Its song, mourning solemnly our grief. Like a day of rejoice, we live our every single day, and life's like a running river.
Its flow was cut shortsightedly at base - a death of a newborn. Like the seeds of greatness, we would expect our love to grow.
It's burning heavily in our minds, and burning violently our empty hearts. Like the fire of the sun, 'Us' will last till the end of times.
It has encumbered our lonesome spirits and like a burden fell on our lives. Like a shadow of an eclipse, it gives us a shade to hide.
It intentionally gave us a taste of the life we could have before taking it away. Like the dreams that kept me going through it all,
It has spreaded Its shadow over our heads and stays like a reminder of all the things lost. That were my life, Now You are my life,
It has awakened the thoughts We long kept forgotten, We long kept away, We longed not to revisit, We longed would get away. From here on -
When you wake up and no longer wish to live, for every aspect and everything about life has suddenly lost its interest in you, just like you lost yours in It. Eternally,
When everything about being alive annoys you so much, that you want to quit it and stop being alive... and live... Live, and not just stay alive, goddamit! I will Live
For spite live your life like every hardship is your closest friend and for that You're the happiest man in the whole world. And Live... For You only...
Because It has spreaded Its shadow over our heads, like a reminder of all the things lost. Just like clouds, that live for the wind...
Because It gave us a taste of the life we could have, before taking it away. Just like memories, that live for remembrance...
Because It has encumbered our spirits and like a burden fell on our lives. Just like the stone, that lives only to become a home...
Because It's burning high in our minds and burning violently our hearts. Just like a lighthouse, that burns for a ship - for Your ship
Because Its flow was cut at base... like a death of a newborn. That gets lost infinitely, in the dark and mysterious ocean of 'Us'
Because Its silence is Its song - mourning our grief. Just like a prayer, that only lives for being breathed softly through our lips.
Because Its purpose was taken, and dreams - undone. Just like our pasts, that exist to remind us of the paths we've crossed.
Because It's drifting aimlessly into the void. Just like the rays of Sun, that sweep through emptiness only to bring life to Earth.
Because It's shredded into dust. Just like our dreams, that live only to give purpose to our lives and light a fire in our hearts.
Because Its masks shattered. Just like our hopes, that build up into something beautiful and as a target hang above the horizon.
Because Its pieces fell. Just like the raindrops, that fall only for the earth, to feed its soil and wash away the pain it bears within.
Because It's broken. Just like the wall between us, that stood only to be broken by Us, and a new life with a new meaning will flow
'Us' is broken. Into You and Me...
Literature
to cinder
Everyone old to remember,
yet no one new to meet.
All my memories to cinder,
no one here to fill the seat.
Not a whisper not a sign,
of who i am to know tomorrow.
I would much rather be blind,
so surprise could fend off sorrow.
As long as tomorrow is a stranger,
my heart will bounce to the sound of
curiosity's call.
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Just one measly text message...
It’s so fuckin tempting, I really want to start up a text to Travis but how the hell should I compose it at first. I don’t wanna sound stupid to him, even though there’s nothing verbal about it. It’s just a simple message, type and send. But you never look at a real expression, there’s no real visual feature to see the mood of how your texting to.
Only god knows what attitude he’s in wherever he is at the moment this message gets to his cell phone, and what if I’m intruding into an argument. It’s not the first time I sent one measly text in the middle of another’s frustration then ends
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What can I say? If you don't get it then read the 2 poems first separately, then together. Or try reading it on a bigger screen so that the 2 poems don't overlap 
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Got DLD on 01.08.13 Big thanks to
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Got DLD on 01.08.13 Big thanks to
for featuring this!!! © 2013 - 2024 Vainamoinenian
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Congratulations again on the DLD! 
I really like concrete poetry. And this is such a great shape - I can only admire your technical ability ^^"
I really like concrete poetry. And this is such a great shape - I can only admire your technical ability ^^" The poems themselves are lovely - the first poem seems so sad but when you put the two of them together the piece changes into something that feels positive and hopeful.