A house of ages, one may say,
Where the withered come to lay rest their exhausted days
And fill the remaining with melancholy.
To reflect and relive the moments that left their grasp
Aids them in freezing their dwindling present hours,
Blessing them with temporary, yet eternal, life.
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We seem to forget that
We are not fragile --
Porcelain-bodied entities,
Where futility fills the hollow in us,
Seeping through the cracks of our mistakes.
Instead, we are malleable,
Like the carbon that rests in the earth.
Our undermined bodies are meant to endure;
To metamorphose failures into experience
And our imperfections to potentials.
Life’s trials mustn’t shatter,
Yet, instead, strength us.
Through encumbers we shape
Our inadvertent minds with accuracy,
Our gossamer bodies to stone,
Our existence, to diamonds.
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Years ago, a heart danced in her sketched world,
Where Prince Charming existed, yet never came.
One day, another heart had joined her,
And showed her the beauty of crayons.
Together, they colored her world with hues so beautiful,
Rainbows were put to shame.
As the two hearts explored her new dyed world,
They fell into Aphrodite’s vast, surreal ocean,
It untraversed to her, yet so warm and inviting.
He and her lingered in Aphrodite’s waters, unaware of the
Labyrinthine tides that threatened to wash away
The colors of her world.
The cruel waves eroded the decorated hues
As they broke unto the white sands.
They engulfed her pencil-sketch reality
Where she once waited for her Prince Charming.
Her world now lies in monochromatic ruin
From the relentless sea.
Clairvoyance was conceived from the rubble of her innocence.
Her Prince Charming never resided in this fantasy world --
A creation made with her once childlike hands.
Her Prince Charming existed in a better world,
A world that she could never make on her own without him showing her.
The world that the two hearts remade together.
Her Prince Charming is he, he who kept her safe
From the destruction of coming of age,
And who showed her the beauty of colors.
The one who remained by her side through the hardest moments of her life
He is her knight in shining armor, and always will be.
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Impatiently looking out the window the man sees himself,
Vanishing in the fogging glass of the restaurant,
That shelters him from the world of frost and hurt.
The “Omelete and Bacon Supreme” he ordered still hasn’t arrived,
Causing a rage to fill his bitter heart as he looks across the table,
Seeing the empty void that fills the seat.
The waitress comes hastily, bearing his complex order
That is now her burden.
She places some toast and two eggs on the table,
Adorned on heavy glass dishes that made her wrist ache.
The man looks at his food and a frown crosses his bitter face;
The wrong food is before him.
As he looks up at his waitress, prepared to yell,
The waitress simply gives him a small smile.
He looks at her, then at his food,
And begins to eat contently.
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Their pristine minds
Are fated to grow in a plagued world
Where toys eventually collect dust
And innocent thoughts
Are cryptic to the corroded consciousness of the aged.
The inner light in their eyes will soon become dull
Until they, too, become blind to the purity
That coexists with the corruption.