Submissions by jmoon1020
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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A Breeze Amidst the Storm
Why?” One might ask, upon hearing the words, so remonstrative yet unerring, of another whose very existence had seemed their sole reason for their patience and persistence.
It seemed a pleasant breeze, light and untethered, like the carrying of a fledgling finch’s feather on the wind in a sky of clear weather.
Yet, like the wind, this time was fleeting, marching forth to the unyielding beating of drums whose sounds signal impending war.
This War, with casualties: one, brought about the burning flames which shatter even the strongest bonds.
And rain...
It seemed a pleasant breeze, light and untethered, like the carrying of a fledgling finch’s feather on the wind in a sky of clear weather.
Yet, like the wind, this time was fleeting, marching forth to the unyielding beating of drums whose sounds signal impending war.
This War, with casualties: one, brought about the burning flames which shatter even the strongest bonds.
And rain...
#identity
#wind
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
#despair
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Three Simple Words
Oh, woe is the man that falls for you.
For in the light of day, your eyes, so keen, are like the blue steel of a blade which reflects the color of nature's perfect glade.
Your beauty, as constant and unfeigned as the wind, fills the air with flames which dance and are alight with a passion which can never hope to be contained.
And as a man, there is naught I can do, neither defend nor pretend that meeting you will allow me a peaceful end, for it has scoured my very being, leaving nothing but a heart, beating, beating, beating*, with the rhythm of life begun anew,...
For in the light of day, your eyes, so keen, are like the blue steel of a blade which reflects the color of nature's perfect glade.
Your beauty, as constant and unfeigned as the wind, fills the air with flames which dance and are alight with a passion which can never hope to be contained.
And as a man, there is naught I can do, neither defend nor pretend that meeting you will allow me a peaceful end, for it has scoured my very being, leaving nothing but a heart, beating, beating, beating*, with the rhythm of life begun anew,...
#love
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