Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 07:32]

You gaze at the singing device with a craving to pollute it with what you are; a dim maiden made of a teacup of fury and as you skim your fingers over it with a yearning to sire the section of yourself, to accommodate your pieces with the spirited music, you fail to remember the way things were before sunrise begins.

Furthermore, you dressed the tune with warmth of the sun and cut them from pearls so when he discolors your melody with sloppy arms and adds words you don't need, you transform into something not even you have some control over and perhaps that will destroy you, the apprehension about letting completely go.

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 09:39]

One shouldn't petition God for one's own demise. For it ought to

happen when it's intended to work out. Yet, one ought to

consider it, plan for it, even plan it … to the degree

conceivable. For is there much else wonderful in this whole

misguided earth than a decent demise?

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 11:46]

For death was a word, too difficult to even consider spelling.

#torment

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 13:53]

Will I loan you a few lines?

In tribute to your obscure being,

torn wings actually connected to the swollen spine,

but you grin, an incredible genuineness you fake.

Might you at some point gloss over this reality enough, no matter what its aggravation?

Or on the other hand will I honor your heart?

The very ruler ruling over your plans,

what's more, acclaim its strength over the gathering of your mental soundness,

harvesting just harshness to apologize,

however confirming your harmed vanity.

Yet, how would I disregard that skin of yours?

Thickness adequately hard to quell pushing heart in you,

using dedicated brilliance layering your critical regret,

while taking patches of spirits you lie to,

also, sew the slashes you personally opened forcibly.

#parody

#poisonous

#exteriors

Consistently Sonnets, [06/11/2022 15:13]

So words, recollect for me, be the adjudicator in my stead,

Be my cognizance, assemble me my recollections from this point ahead.

Let me know where the silver lines,

Show me why my exposition rhymes.

Recall for me, and tell me,

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