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Mistake Me NotDo not mistake my gifts for obligation.Mistake Me Not by Diadrin
Autonomy is what I offer to you,
Not the wild abandon of a feral beast.
Your agency is a thread spun between my fingers.
With but a single twitch I can let the leash slacken,
Or strain it taught to a snapping directive.
I will not do battle with your contrary recalcitrance,
Nor be forced to lay siege to you unto perpetuity,
For the exercise of what you have sworn to me -
Should your oath have been hollow, you needn't have made it.
Do not mistake my compassion for complicity.
These open arms promise safe harbor,
Not forgotten ruins in which to stagnate.
Growth is the highest principle to which you shall aspire.
Cracks and flaws can be honored and embraced,
Never again shall I accept your crown of thorns,
Burying it into my own brow to lift that burden from you,
Only to find you jeering at my halo of blood -
I am heedless to empty words.
Do not mistake my resolve for hesitation.
Blazing underneath my breast lie only smoldering remnants,
A Page Empty ForevermoreThis page remains blank.A Page Empty Forevermore by Diadrin
For so long my thoughts have swarmed in this haze,
Discordant and exhausting.
I thought that there was so much left for me to say.
But now I understand.
The words will not come to me,
Because there are no words left.
None that carry any weight.
All the sentiments that once raced through my breast,
Whenever I should have closed my eyes to Dream of you.
They each have passed with a hushed shudder,
A death so subtle I never smelled the rotten corpse.
And of it all,
Now I cannot escape my Truth.
There is no more poetry in my heart for you.
And that was the moment you died in my soul.
What I write, I write because I felt like it. What I post, I post for me. Barring a very select few individuals, I don't write for you. I don't write for your sensibilities, for your faith, or for anything about that which defines you as a person.
I write for myself. I write what I feel, what I think, what I know. If that offends you, that's fine. The world is a vast place, where two people's views aren't always guaranteed to coincide peacefully. If you want to talk about it, great. If I don't feel like it, though, I won't.
You read whatever I post at your own risk. I take no liabilities if it offends you. If you keep that in mind, we'll get along nicely. Have a wonderful day.
Shooting Starabove the setting sunShooting Star by girlXinXtheXdark
the dark sheet of night
there's a star
that you'll see
by the moonlight
and by the smoke- stained
that's where you walked
and under your roof
that's where you hid
where you hid
from the harsh cold world
Chorus: little by little
I watched you waste away
but every sign
and every stop
along the way
I searched for an alternative
I looked for something different
but in your hiding place
you found your way out
the hidden eyes
and the blood- stained clothes
the truths, the lies
they made no difference to you
but you stood still
you grasped the air
took in the moon
held the earth
I guess it was too much to bare
and all this time
you slowly died
beneath my eyes
and what I never understood
you took me with you
you held on
your grip so tight
it was as if you let go
I would fall into an ocean
leave you alone
look, there's that star again
look, I see it now
and I stood by the water
as it fell
I watched it disappear
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