Anomaly

 

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You are dying, I am living.

I am taking, you are giving

the bright light.

Sunny days that raced ahead,

Are now darkening and dead.

And that alleyway where we always met,

Now is exiled and a threat.

You are dying, I am living.

You are drowning, I am slipping

Into the same sea.

Signed Arouge

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Dark Skies

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Sometimes the simplest words speak louder,

And the flustered actions become clustered

And boxed into things we don’t understand.

The sky still bellows your name as I walk,

And I try to peel back its layers in hope

I

See

You,

But I can’t.

There are times I try to lick the sky to

Seal the envelope, to drop you in the post,

To send you miles away to only,

Then, want you to

Come

Back

To

Me.

But I can’t.

I try to lift my fingers to rummage

Through the ‘paradise’ that sleeps above me,

to wake some sort of potion, for the inner demon

but it only

weakens

the

chains.

So I can’t.

Signed Arouge

 

Who Says Words With My Mouth? 

Where do I come from? Where does home begin and end?





I don’t belong. My soul calls for another home.

My soul longs.

I don’t belong here.

Signed Arouge

You become what You are.

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You are

 

White, holy, a virginal frame, like a dove

Spreading its wings, etching its spirit into the sky.

 

You are

 

A white rose, against the

backdrop of the darkness.

 

You are

 

Red apples glistening, hanging

On the tree in the Garden of Eden.

 

You are

 

Home.

 

Signed Arouge

What is Love?

What makes us love so uncontrollably?

Is it the need to feel satisfied, or is it the need to belong? 


Love softens the heart. It pumps the blood red warmth of feeling content through the body. It keeps the blood flowing in the veins. It keeps everything in check.

 

So do we really need to love? As humans are we conditioned to love, if so, why?

These are the questions that linger in the average person’s mind but are stifled by the everyday tasks that seem a burden to us; day in, day out.

 

Loving only makes us weak. So people say. But, does it not make us strong to emotionally and physically attach ourselves to another and prepared to risk everything for the longevity of the relations?

 

Is it weak to love, or is it weak to give up on the idea because you deem it doesn’t exist?

 

Signed Arouge