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Blossom. by Olesthus, literature
Literature
Blossom.
It's a fear in my heart, short lived
If it wasn't for this space
If it wasn't for miscommunication
Perhaps this distress would unravel
Perhaps simplicity, with you
It's so much simpler, close to you
If the world ever tears in two
If the shelves of our lives break
As long as I'm with you
As long as it's you and me
Together
Just two
As long as the dust remains outdoors
The shuffling of feet, represents nothing more
But you entering my life, to stay.
I want this way, I want the way
The way we are
To always stay.
Our hearts beat
One
And never fray.
Apple Eye. by Olesthus, literature
Literature
Apple Eye.
This block of land
One thousand squared
I bought and planted there
Was an apple tree
It's fruit, so sweet
And green of leaf
It provided me for years and years
Until the worms ate there way
Into my heart.
So I cut that tree
From root and whim
It wept and its leaves
Grew brown
And it's fruit, bitter.
I cut its branches,
Fair and strong
Set them alight
To keep me warm
It provided me for years and years
Until the ants ate there way
Into my heart.
I sewed new seeds
Beneath where the old tree had been
And up sprung
A tree of orange.
And it will provide me for years and years to come.
Dark Angel by Rin56, literature
Literature
Dark Angel
She is a dark angel,
raven hair flowing
over silken wings.
Dressed in a gown
the shade of night,
flowing folds of satin and lace.
Pale as moonlight,
cold as death,
voice as quiet as the
whispering breeze.
Silent, alone,
she sits and waits;
earthbound by her longing.
She longs for contact,
to be held,
to be loved
as she knows she can love.
To be held safe
in the arms of one who cares;
one who will fold his wings
around them both,
shielded from the world.
A silent tear
slides down her cheek.
She hears a voice;
soft but strong:
"don't cry, dear heart,
to see such beauty so sad...
it should not be so