MidnightA Poem by Mizuki Tsukiakari
Spring.
Breeze; blow. Leaves; flow. Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from The spacious lonely sky. Cherry tree. A heart empty. Petals plucked. Love stuck. Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from The spacious lonely sky. Is love untouchable? Or is it just The truth that humans Find their sanctuary in non existent lust? Glitter, gleam, only a sparkling seen. No hands or face or chest or legs Physically. To see, I shall be the Moonbeam. 30 days of simplicities best. Infinity. Universe's Spirits put destiny to the test. Away with my vessel. My selfishness. Here, now, again, I know what I am. Distance corrupt; heart broken abrupt. Branches not bare, but broken to me. Petals decompose as Spring erodes. Summers smoldering heat feels just too cold. In the depths of autumn the kindness crept, To a solitary snowflake cursed with success Of bewildered witchcraft, your conscience scrapped, Stolen and stuck and sticky and black. Now left with fragments of skin slicing glass. Pieced my puzzle and warped my words; Ecstatic and screaming, now here they still blurt. You split and splintered, desolate in pain; A nonexistent self is all to blame. Shrugged shoulders, proudly raised brows, Both not content with how our destiny turned out. For the rest, I also, determined, delivered my best, For friends. For pride. For a non arrogant stride. Love. Soul mates of Fate. Nothing new can recreate Those 30 days so simplistic. Snow meltdown. Around Spring. Breeze; blow. Leaves; flow. Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from The spacious lonely sky. Cherry tree. A heart empty. Petals plucked. Love stuck. Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from The spacious lonely sky. But in the rain, in pain, I cry Miss the twinkle of that eye. In the dead of night I search for the light Of Midnight. ... The light was in my heart From the start... © 2014 Mizuki Tsukiakari |
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Added on January 27, 2014 Last Updated on January 27, 2014 AuthorMizuki TsukiakariNJAboutRain is the tears of angels, and the angels cry because they live in darkness... I will do my best, even if they don't earn it, I will keep giving. -Tyler Knott Gregson Sun breaks throug.. more..Writing
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