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The bubble of happiness cannot be broken
Harm can never reach it
Suffering cannot exist near for
Regrets and sins have already been
Forgiven.
She loves with equal affection
Yet each and every being is special
Digestion brings pain for
Memories are brought up
Of the suffering brought upon others
By scarred, callused hands showing
A history forcibly revealed
Only to be gently set aside
As pain gives way to the sorrow
Before the happiness can set in.
Every past misdeed recalled
Every sin remembered.
Every tear another shed
Every sob let out in anger
All is
Forgiven.
The bubble of happiness cannot be broken.
Love holds it together
Joy binds the edges
Outcasts cannot exist
For all are
Loved
By the Goddess.
Harm can never reach it
Suffering cannot exist near for
Regrets and sins have already been
Forgiven.
She loves with equal affection
Yet each and every being is special
Digestion brings pain for
Memories are brought up
Of the suffering brought upon others
By scarred, callused hands showing
A history forcibly revealed
Only to be gently set aside
As pain gives way to the sorrow
Before the happiness can set in.
Every past misdeed recalled
Every sin remembered.
Every tear another shed
Every sob let out in anger
All is
Forgiven.
The bubble of happiness cannot be broken.
Love holds it together
Joy binds the edges
Outcasts cannot exist
For all are
Loved
By the Goddess.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
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Hmm. . . I -suspect- this has some more specific private reference that I'm just not privy to. Either that or I'm just not catching the theme. You've got some interestingly contrasting image choices here. E.g. bubbles/digestion/scarred hands