Tea Stained

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Fragments of your soul, your former selves, the lives and loves you left behind... pieces of old wreckages swept up on a twilight tide.

— AzureOblivion

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Autumn Poetry

Meet me as November dies beneath the rain-patterned skies. - Bring me a kiss - or two. Remind me why I fell in love with you. - Bring me snow and ice, wind and rain, a warm hand to release my fingers from pain. - Kick up the leaves, lay down the frost. Hide away the flowers of summer lost. - Steal my dreams of starting anew. Autumn, tell me why I fell in love with you.

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I linger in the soft embrace

of November’s darkness,

lighting candles for past lives

and dreaming of you.

— AzureOblivion

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Erosion

Loving you is a soft erosion.

You turn my sharp corners

into rounded edges.

Toss my jagged pieces

into smooth sea glass.

You dampen my rage,

tame me into something

you can hold

in the palm of your hand.

My scars are washed away

by the relentless

loving hands of your tide.

I am grown over by moss

and wildflowers bloom

from my cracks.

— AzureOblivion

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May love weave flowers through your hair.

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Summer's End

There is autumn in your eyes and lost time in my sighs.

— AzureOblivion

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Listen

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to how it whispers

the fluttering beat of your heart.

Like wings of gossamer,

a flickering drumbeat

against the cage of your chest.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to the secrets

it breathes from the hidden

depths of your soul.

Like the instincts

you carry with you

from past lives

and buried bones.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to your name called

by a midnight breeze.

Like a howl to the moon

and a half forgotten self.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to the songs

your ancestors sing.

Like a reminder

of where you came from

and a map with old paths

to follow.

Listen to the darkness.

Listen to my silent voice.

I am the self you once knew.

The name you have forgotten.

The shadows that life told you

to bury deep.

Listen to me,

and set your clipped wings free.

— AzureOblivion

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I want to drift through

your waking dreams.

Swim in the moonlit lake

of your imagination.

I want to cling to your body

like it's the only thing

keeping me afloat.

I want to spin

in the eye of a storm,

an endless waltz

until the end of time,

and dance through

the shadows of the dawn,

adorning my hair

with frozen stars.

I want you to drown me

in your pleasure

and devour

my lost selves.

I want to drink the saltwater

of your tears

and bury your darkest fears.

I want you to hold me

beneath the branches of the sky

and build a palace

fragile as smoke.

And when the sun's divine light

shreds through our intimate darkness

we will dissipate with the night.

— AzureOblivion

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Erasure

I exist most in another world.

A world layered over this one.

Full of people I have never met

and too much knowledge at the click of a button.

I exist most in another world

full of hate crimes and too much noise.

I forget to eat, sleep, think.

I forget to smell the flowers.

I exist most in another world,

or perhaps I don't exist at all.

I wear a mask of codes and numbers

facing a slow and relentless erasure.

— AzureOblivion

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Summertime Sadness

Your days are an endless struggle not to drown,

but every now and then

sunlight pierces the fog that chokes your mind:

a glimmer of white wings

and summer blooms,

a breath of air

and a birdcall

reminding you that you are alive.

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Old as the stars

Stitch your name

into my heart

so my soul may remember you

in another self.

Time is an ocean

of wandering ghosts

searching each shipwreck

for a forgotten love.

My past lives settled

on the seabed

like lonely bones

waiting for a drifting spirit

to gift me a new home.

Weave a new beginning with me

soft as a sunrise

and threaded with gold.

Our love is immortal,

though impossible to hold.

It flows like a river,

travels like a breeze,

burns as bright as the sun

and grows strong as the trees.

Don’t doubt the truth

etched deep in your heart:

Our souls are eternal,

older than the stars.

— AzureOblivion

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My name is no longer on your lips.

It has been reclaimed by the wind

that tangles in your hair,

and blows dandelion seeds

out into the world

with a breath.

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I will not stand still.

I will pour through fingers

that grasp to hold me.

I will flow like a river of light.

I will bloom petals,

grow wings,

reach for the sun

and take flight.

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Penny Dreadful did her time,

growing bitter and old

while her husband

aged like wine.

He tasted the lace in his tea,

hemlock and lily of the valley,

and packed her off to rot

in the city penitentiary.

Murderous wife

and unfit mother

was exactly what he called her,

though he didn’t yet know

that the baby was not his daughter.

He raised a cuckoo in his nest

and taught her to bear his name

so that when she was old enough to wed

she would bring pride back to his name.

But the girl grew up vengeful,

poisoned by her mother’s words,

and when she was sold to an unfit husband,

she flew away with the other birds.

— AzureOblivion

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Berlin

This song reminds me of watching spring unfurl

on bare trees outside my window,

alone but not quite lonely,

lying on my apartment floor

as I hold my inner broken-hearted girl

through quiet pandemic days.

This song reminds me of the glitter

of snow beneath bus headlights,

of a blanket of stars in a frosty sky,

of my breath rising to meet falling snowflakes

after a delayed three-hour flight.

This song reminds me of walking by myself

through streets haunted by the ghosts

of people like me,

who lose themselves to find themselves,

and the poems they wrote in between.

— AzureOblivion

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Sunday sunshine

streaming through

the blinds.

Steam rising from

my favourite cup,

your legs and hand

entwined with mine.

Books teetering

in towers piled high

with love and abandon,

while paint dries

on canvases

decorated with dreams.

I don’t need promises

nor grand gestures

nor diamonds and fortunes,

I just need a work of art

to admire,

and a poem in my heart.

— AzureOblivion

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My poems for you fall flat –

I cannot encapsulate

a feeling in verse,

nor capture a moment

with you in a painting,

nor write the song

our heartbeats hum

to one another

through our chests.

I cannot describe

the exact colours

in your eyes

gleaming with sunlight,

nor compose a melody

that evokes

the warmth of your skin

beneath my fingers.

The words I need

have not yet been invented,

but perhaps we can

paint our dreams

and learn our language

together.

— AzureOblivion