A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
GEMMA IVERSENA seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.
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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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He loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.
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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
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