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My body is both my temple and torturer, to be worshipped and to be in agony with every step taken, the reminder that I am human.
By Angel Adagio11 months ago in Poets
The burns have healed over, but the memories still burn me within. My heart is wounded and my mind is broken, my soul slowly seeping through the cracks and healing the wounds.
Humanity is destined to die at the hands of the spirits living with evil intent, and they all watch us fall into chaos, the spirits that are all-knowing, all-telling,
Somedays it’s easy to see the world for what it is, the beauty in life and all the colors that remain vibrant in my mind.
By Angel Adagio12 months ago in Poets
The current was rushing in as I held on for dear life, crashing against the surface was every desperate attempt to drown me.
I sit at my desk with all my tasks completed at 9AM, a dangerous occurrence, and I wonder, an even more dangerous occurrence,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
Does my heart cost my mind? Is there a world where I can have both speak the same language, where I can feel my heartbeat and my mind not wonder if this is my end,
I still get the phantom feelings of your existence in my life, the ongoing torture that is your presence in my mind forever.
I hope you can blossom into the person you need to be, that your beauty shows through the vibrancy of your petals, and no one can question how you bloom the way you do.
Dreams can become nightmares, the numbing feeling of drowning in your sleep, then you realize you're awake. My friends all belong in the shadows now,
Your silence was telling, spoke thousands of words and not one was uttered. I chose myself at a time where you were choosing ghosts
All my unspoken love pouring out onto my face as tears, your lost presence has let me lose half of myself. I can only feel with half a heart
