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Continúa, Has publicado abr 18, 2016
Your heart,  consummated
Your dreams,  deceased
Your nucleus,  waning
Your restive disappearance in the flame
Your self-congratulatory end
is a trivial incident ;
like failing human relationships
as masks are dropped away
revealing cranks, imbeciles, vengeful sadists
All eaten up by nothing-

Like worldly victory
bullied and torn,
assembled and thrown
in the common verity of demise .

But , asking for no mercy 
the ashes remain,
Questioning Fate, teasing Bias

bombarding with flickering flecks,

flecks competing to regenerate,

in the reek of defeat,

in the self engulfing survival

in the struggle towards ever-receding nothingness,
each behooving the other
to believe it's sane,

to wallow in the indecent profession

of burning in search of warmth,
of dying to live.
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Potent Amour

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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.