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A damsel’s wish

Lilies never wish to be roses, cats never wish to be lions…even storms don’t wish to carry names as hurricanes do. But what have we done to the very veins of society? We’ve made women wish they were men. Queens wish to become princes..simply by our actions. Princesses wish to be free of prisons, and the distress that seems to be a birth right for damsels. What have we done… oh kings! noah_arkenswagg

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Next time you fall into the pool of red emotion, take a boat..and if you are the only one falling, well then get out of there faster than the sun kisses the horizon at dawn. Noah_arkenswagg

Next time you fall into the pool of red emotion, take a boat..and if you are the only one falling, well then get out of there faster than the sun kisses the horizon at dawn. Noah_arkenswagg

Shadow self

What would a shadow say if it could walk in your shoes, what stories would it tell, of those who stabb in the dark and talk behind backs? What secrets do you hold in that dark gloomy suit? Do you ever smile? Do you look up to me? Either way, stay with me forever..for sometimes I think you’re all I have. Noah_arkenswagg 

Downside up

I wonder where the tears go when a heart is upside down, and the world won’t agree to right itself…when windows are doorways that lead to the sky. where does the pain flow? noah_arkenswagg

Addiction

Theres a little voice..who am i fooling…theres a voice in my head, its the kind that demands your attention even if it were a whisper…the kind that makes spines shiver and quiver. And all it does is talk about you..a reminder of the addiction. Even now it asks me, as if politely…to check up on you..”go on, yes,call…text”. For now i can only whisper back…”shush, you’ll get me in trouble.” Noah_arkenswagg

Resolve

Love is in the air, so I held my breath. “You’re drowning in a pool of it” they said, so I got used to my bath tub. Your heart is ablaze, and the colour of its flame is that of love..sigh..so I turned off the emotions until I was ice cold. “Deeply planted in love you are” she told me herself one day..and now I have to ask..how does one stop blushing long enough to carry out a resolve to be the lone wolf? Noah_arkenswagg

Lessons

Cakes soaked in honey and promises heavy with the years promised..the description of love. The truth..lonely nights with pillows suffering the tales we tell them, and knees hugged till they’re tired. Yes, nights may come when you’ll learn you have the talent of poets..a truth most know. This heartache will pass, and with its passing, gifts fit for a king they will offer. Noah_arkenswagg

The poet

I realised recently that this… ability,  is not a curse. Being able to whip out a pen and then colour storms, or decide in what shade a princess blushes…. It’s not a curse that every time someone makes me smile,  they might be drawn into words and held up high for all to see. Neither is it so bad that making me sad will have you fighting dragons by the third line. I have this power… And I choose to make hearts respond to my thoughts. Noah_arkenswagg 

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