*
&
walking among bruises of past screens,
dared not talk about any feelings denying,
continuous hide-and-seek,
future resembled fields of shattered dreams,
but how the horizon still gleamed,
outlined of surreal preen;
though - upon mine fingertips... it wouldn't quite reach,
unto heart caved & traversed across what made eyes seep,
'till finally,
assembled above monstrously mazed peaks,
looking beyond all the horridness buried;
quietly piercing together what mine saught to glean,
transforming elusions into air cleaned,
yet... perfectly aware soul shall carry lessons seen;
honorably accept... none forms of demean,
may never extract the glorious of me.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoesíaA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...