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  • chinahorom_ 4w

    Audacity to hope

    Carry,
    In your dusk hearts
    Pumping fear when shadows
    scare, the audacity to hope
    For light.

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    #archaic

    Dishing Loki vibes ����

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    Caliginous hope

    Caliginous hope entwined in diaphanous dreams waits and wants and waits, slipping into a niveous haze.
    Change will come with shades of fading realities, shadowed in saturated apricity.
    We will be free again!

    "The only time I fall is upwards.
    And when I rise, I am vapour returning to the clouds, my mothership.
    Submitting to gravity is frail.
    I am your superior.
    Bow! "

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    Here's to dreams of utter gibberish, where one thing leads to another Lol.

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    We skirt around each other.
    Our eyes undressing each other down to our bones.
    We're cold so we search everywhere, even the cupboards for anything warm.
    Anything.
    But we find a mirror,
    In it we see that we are the skeletons that were meant to be locked away.
    We pull the carpets as a last resort
    To find a secret word beneath
    We whisper it with shaky breaths
    And in an instant, we're floating to a deserted beach.
    Searching for treasure we didn't keep.
    You go further into land,
    I wade into the sea.
    Its cold being a skeleton but that's all I feel.
    Alone, the sea is my ship and the earth is my ocean.
    I cry mutiny against Poseidon;
    I am now captain of this Blue Pearl!
    They say dead men tell no tales but this is my story.
    So maybe. Just maybe. I'm still alive.
    Or this could just be an echo of my living,
    My "note in bottle" dream.
    Maybe not even the cold sea will wake me but my wretched alarm... Arhhgggg!!!!

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    The Midnight Seller Of Secrets (2)

    I want to stay in the Umbras,
    Build a house in Penumbras,
    Start a farm in Antumbras.
    Fish in Dawn and throw a party in Dusk.
    I want to live in Betweens.
    I want to stay in the Shadows.
    Bathing in the fresh dew of Almost Mornings,
    Drying myself under burning stars at Almost Nights
    And weaving pale black velvet from seasons of Twilight.
    I want to live in Betweens.
    But I cannot.
    I make shadows but I cannot hide under it.
    I'm either here or there
    to show my face.
    Where will I run to when Sun comes to collect my debt of warmth?
    A pound only! Where is my Judge, Daniel?!
    I cannot ever pay in gold when all I drip is silver?
    I am known everywhere, carrying around my dark spots of shame;
    I am Moon.

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  • chinahorom_ 6w

    Peppery stew tickling my nose.
    Hauling angry words at a blaring TV.
    Helping Nike with her homework,
    Repeating instructions like a broken record.
    Eating rice...again.
    Looking out the window, grateful I'm not under the scorching sun.
    Giggling at something Gid said.
    Ehma strumming his guitar to my sister, Christi's soft singing.
    Me?
    I play my music with my pen against paper, crafting poems,
    The perfect percussion to accompany the weekend 's frenzied music.

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    I fall for you,
    Each year,
    Like frozen dew
    Upon your head.
    My thoughts of you are warm
    That is why I melt on you skin.
    And I fall some more
    When I find your love akin.

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    Of everything you believe; you are.

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  • chinahorom_ 6w

    This is sooo weird ��

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    An inscription in crimson

    I put my poems on
    Your neck
    I lead you on
    The cobbled streets
    Where blood streaks
    Like the road has veins.
    I lead you to the slaughter house.
    Come with me, my love.
    Come taste metaphors dripping from sharp edges
    Knifes out,
    Just the way you like it.
    Let me show you what cutting edge means
    On your skin
    A calligraphy of scars.
    Darling, I will make you beautiful.
    Like a sculptor, I will break and chisel out all your insecurities
    You will reflect your new mind.
    Come.
    Follow me to that hill
    Let me love you like a thief,
    Let me steal your heart,
    Every night.
    Let me draw an x
    An inscription in crimson
    To find the treasures of your heart.
    I want you bare, my love.
    Naked.
    Sweating to dilute the ink
    On your skin
    As light as paper;
    Let us writhe
    And shiver
    In the splendor of longing and wanting,
    Having and receiving.
    Come.
    You won't be the same after tonight.
    A lovely pain,
    A waltz through the fire,
    To kill every dross demon.
    My silver solace, come.
    Come and let me love you.
    Let us...let us define love.

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    #collomlune #50thPost ��

    The little good you do goes a long way. Keep at it! ❤❤

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    Wisps of storms

    On gossamer wings,
    I flutter wisps of storms;
    The butterfly effect.

    ©chinahorom_

  • chinahorom_ 6w

    EC number two����
    Thank you! @miraquill and @writersnetwork

    #topography

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    The lonely moon's metanoia.

    Drifting across the cloud capped hills
    And naked leafless trees.
    Bathing in the bordering oceans,
    There she washes herself of emotions.
    Ever wondered why the sea is salty?
    She journeys to change her phases, alone.
    The lonely moon's metanoia.

    ©chinahorom_