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Apr 14, 2010
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Unconditional
My mouth is stained with words
bleeding into the mirror of my imprisonment,
any survival shattered
beyond all words
and I have no leaves to cover
myself, strewn about these continents
of me rising and falling like
occasional dreams for the dying,
carcasses of endless incarnations
into rivers from which there is no return
do not be fooled by my shadow
triumphing
I weep only for myself,
I can not unsay myself
it's been awhile since my last passing
beneath this sea, bless me for I have sinned,
I am beyond redemption
immersed and drowning in my solitude,
I am the gate through which I must pass,
sunlight all around me though I am
neither here nor there, neither heaven
nor hellbound,
lost for all eternity.
Save me, my fearless soul.
You alone know me, dancing
on the grave of who I am,
fading into the darkness like a flower
whose day in the sun passes through
its one day of love, silent petals whirling
through time and space.
bleeding into the mirror of my imprisonment,
any survival shattered
beyond all words
and I have no leaves to cover
myself, strewn about these continents
of me rising and falling like
occasional dreams for the dying,
carcasses of endless incarnations
into rivers from which there is no return
do not be fooled by my shadow
triumphing
I weep only for myself,
I can not unsay myself
it's been awhile since my last passing
beneath this sea, bless me for I have sinned,
I am beyond redemption
immersed and drowning in my solitude,
I am the gate through which I must pass,
sunlight all around me though I am
neither here nor there, neither heaven
nor hellbound,
lost for all eternity.
Save me, my fearless soul.
You alone know me, dancing
on the grave of who I am,
fading into the darkness like a flower
whose day in the sun passes through
its one day of love, silent petals whirling
through time and space.
— Kailashana, Apr 14, 2010
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Bonitaj
16 years 1 month ago
Dearest Anna
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Hey, Boni….Perhaps we have
loved
16 years 1 month ago
really marvellous
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Such passion
judyanne
16 years 1 month ago
xxx
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
That’s *IT*, Judykins….
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Mum
Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Anna
Orphani
16 years 1 month ago
Is there more beauty than