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Librettos of Lily

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At times the dullness of your life is overshadowed by the grandeur of the past moments, appearing real for a moment they tend to follow your journey forward, telling you who you were, how you were, what you lost and what you gained. If it was worth your time and if you were better now than back then or the effects of your prime that will cost you a decade later.

At times, the lightness of a heavy life is obscured by the joy of a relief you get when it is one karat lighter. But this weight you carry, was gold. And the more gold you carry, the more powerful you become. It doesn't matter if it appears to be mud with a damaged garment covering the exterior. Down the line, you will know the price of bearing light was peace.

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Read the pinned message in the channel please. I can't tell it to everyone who asks. I already wrote it once. Don't dm me for the same question again and again. Check the channel very well before you ask. It is annoying at this point and I will not be responding further regarding this issue ever again. To avoid plagiarism I have disabled the saving options but I have also opened a channel to post everything other than my poetry and quotes.

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My arrogance, my need to feel superior is suppressed by my self loathing tendencies. The mania of standing between evil and lesser evil. How would I know where I belong.

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You called me the gates of heaven, the holy floors of the lord wrapped in white paradise, yet I am haunted by the unknown that befalls me, peeled over and over for the gaze of the pitiful world.

And he called me the diabolical first mother of the nation, tortured and  damaged ancient temple. The  comfort abode of the fallen, that the seed of evil came from me.

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delay is the deadlist form of denial

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I am too complex to live a functioning life, too functional to live a simple one.

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The night ends with a rough voice in the mind. If I could pretend this life was less of sacrifice than it was maybe then, I would adore the footsteps, plant trees in their wake and most of all I would never care for bygone fallen days.


The twilight's final finishing touch was overwhelming regret. If I could believe this downfall had an end, I would put a respect on the name of the soreness, print the inks on empty sheets and declare it art.

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You have done something irreversible to your soul, something man made and daring to your bones, you have done so while I was in a blindfold, in the dark burning myself to find the light. You have done so to please the wounds littered on umarked paths all over, to satisfy the appetite of a beast           

~and what did you gain except fear?

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Am I in disbelief to believe you somehow let me in your world,
That you manifested a side you hide from your blood,       

Am I deranged to think you somehow let me perfect your deformed image of love,
That you attached the rip of your soul from what I gave
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I am horribly aware of the truth. And truth wasn't easy, but it was right.

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Maturing is knowing the limitations of the life you were given, but still doing something within the limits of your limited life. Maturity is acceptance of the things you can't change.

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And then there were stones in your black hair,
Ones that shimmer when the silence fairs,

And then there was an energy in your  electric complexion,
Ones that is a secret to the all seeing reclusion.

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Your hands reach for the hurt in souls even though you don't mean to poke the painful thing,
Your eyes see the recess side of the mind even though you don't mean to indulge and insinuate in their territories,

Your words pierce and barbs the head like a needle even though you don't mean to sting,
Your presence erupts something dormant in their sleeping beauties.

~ a crime on criminal earth to be

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Why the way to the heart? Why not to the mind? They say the hardest thing to conquer is the one everyone has control of or at the very least seems to be in control of.

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And in denial you find the depth of putting off your work, the lengths you would go to keep yourself from greatness.

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Everything you thought I wrote you imagined. As the sun of my pieces I dedicate to anyone who has walked in life the way I do.

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Adagio music playing softly like a summer breeze, driving on 180 at midnight as the whip of the cold air slightly fogs the moon, bestowing the aura of ethereal melachony through the silent road. You settle to the seat like a comfy couch, hands barely controlling the wheels as if this moving car is your safety net. The drive of a life time but then just as you're about to fall asleep, you wake up and you're here, chained to walls.

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The magnolia fate is bound to the seas, to the harsh cold earth, to the wind among the waters and to the flames of deep trenches

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And then each chord is peaceful resonance of the skies playing,
I could be just as it was before the touch was pleading,

And then every thought fitted perfectly in the lines,
I could be just as I was before the signs.

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I spill the deep gash of blood on the steps of a lost world, reading the words of prominent minds. It is a dark habit I have grown to long for even in my dreams.

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You drink from the palms of hands, obsessed with the curve of my fingers that reach for you in the heat of the moment and it saddens me beyond expression. The undeniable lengths you go to see a smile, how I wish them back then. Your haunting stare that steals all the breathes around you but my own, reciting a passage from a book. We've been here before in this hazy light, dancing on the edge of grandeur and tragedy. I have no more air in my lungs left to fuel your flames. Instead I would allow you to keep the memories somewhere beautiful and young in your heart. All the ribbons in the world and I untie yours with my teeth. All the poems on earth and I touched yours. Keep that with you until death comes to visit. I won't resent you for holding onto those good old times. It's one thing to be made into tough and it is another to be born as such. You sneak a look at my reflection in the broken winter mirror as I unwrap your soul like silk, exquisite cries echo at every reveal. In the grand scheme of things, what scares you the most was not being able to see me pick you apart and put you back together. Before I close my eyes, I imagine the confusion that swirled in your orbs, the stench of hope on your crescent lips, but then I also imagine lingering sadness on your face that puts me at ease. I loathe how I love to see you wreathe in pain but know it was not in vain. It was a milestone for you to be devoid and to be filled again with a newer light.

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My instincts have been at rest, frozen in time, taunting and teasing me with adrenaline enough for my heart to skip but never enough to wail the sounds of grief to escape this prison I have made brick by brick for myself. The distance between me and everyone that sees me from outside the glass room must widen. The prettier the garment, the lovelier my words and the softer my face it is easier to decieve even my own eyes.

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How many faces must I mould before I find the one that embodies my enchanting darkness, wit and ambitions in one body and soul,
How many hairdos must my strands endure before they settle and rest on one state for more than a single fall,

How many youthful flights will await me before gravity recalls pulling down the skin of a doll,
How many hymns must be heard from the rooms of my musicians before it becomes earful
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If my presence is not appreciated, let my absence be mourned.

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