Poetry
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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
The truth is uncomfortable:
Most of suffering comes from refusing to accept reality.
Not all punishments are prisons... The harshest is carrying a merciless memory that takes you back every night to people who have passed, places that have vanished, and days that will never return.
For the true pain is not in the loss... but in the fact that everything remains alive within you.
In the luminous night,
the boundaries of consciousness evaporate,
steadfastness crumbles,
and souls intertwine,
so the voice becomes a tale written by silence,
and the pulse erases the pauses of words,
and in the sky, a single neighing echoes in the hearth of the night..!
In the end, we all just want somneone that chooses us. Over everyone else. Under any circumstances
My heart flutters like a butterfly
Slaughtered at the altar of your heart
Fluttering its wings, weary from bleeding
Trying in vain to escape its fate
But how can a butterfly escape a fire it mistook for light?
Every morning,
I turn on the faucet, exhausted,
washing myself under it's shimmering water..
but water falls on my hands as blood!
And when,
I force myself, sit down to eat,
I see within the circles of my plate,
Skulls upon skulls,
With open mouths.
With open eyes.
Love isn’t 24/7 butterflies. It’s 24/7 "we’ll figure this out together".
#Arxi