the storm.

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the vestiges
of summer’s warmth
dissipate
in the glooming
of the bell’s toll.

it harkens
the beginning of battle -
the inertia controlled wave
of desolation’s front line.

the impetus builds
until the tattered
brick and mortar bulkhead
crumbles
under the wake
of profound grief
anger
sorrow.

all is lost
and found
under the tumultuous
compounded weight.

the nymphs call
from the blackened abyss -
wor…

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inchiostro mai scritto.

breathe me in.
feel the saturation of my soul
filling – healing – melding with yours.
let all your sorrows fly on an exhalation,
for i am there – here – all around you
ready – waiting – to lighten your load
so you can once again…
breathe.

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c. 2014 b.l. ronan

ciascuno dolori inalatorie e prospera a causa di voi. lyttmab itlaatltbl xoxo

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lost.

curtains

the radiance of the morning
seeps though paper-thin gossamer
to bathe her world
in shades of red
purple
pink.

the palate
a harmonious compliment
to the utter antithesis
of her being.

the essence of her soul
bleeds
in palpitations of blue.

there is no mask
for the sadness
that leeches in shadows
upon the wall.

the illumination soothes
as it shatters
the tender
fragile healing
of her heart.

the…

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kazoo.

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i am plagued
by the magnitude of this moment -
this ever-present ache
of missing
you.

trinkets of profound melancholy
bring a curve to my lips
and an ease to the void.

these postage stamp idols
hold the weight
of our love -
our unbreakable connection.

the longing bits of anger
abate
and i am left
in the untold silence
of once whispered words
and tethered hearts.

the vestiges of this life
together

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ali di farfalla.

he wrote of their fragile beauty - a porcelain tenderness that begged to be cradled in the most loving embrace.

ali di farfalla.

he wrote of their fragile beauty - a porcelain tenderness that begged to be cradled in the most loving embrace.

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detelle : the lace challenge

detelle : the lace challenge

the blue-black of dusk spilled its inky hue across the once pristine sky. the expanse of the abyss held not a single cloud, yet the heavens held no beacon of light – no shining star. time moved forward and yet, time ceased its heady beat. the orchestra of life fell into complete and utter silence. the impending wait was finally over but all around her cowered, quaking in the shadows.

alone, she

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ensoleillées.

golden flecks of summer are a honeycombed ash dusting my skin. the translucent warmth is a reminder : of days infused in honeysuckle sweetness and nights rich in heady jasmine that robbed me of balance – of a once rooted centre.

here amongst the symphony of crickets and coconut laced breeze, i can relive the intoxicating supplication to the allure that is you.

the tangibility of taste tethers me…

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a glimpse.

the lightening of his spirit was tangible, as he watched the world breathe beneath the sun’s rays. the hour of the day was late, yet lush fields of green and speckles of vibrant blooms lay perfectly framed behind the expansive glass. the scenery of this weekly journey remained largely unchanged, but he never failed to marvel in the beauty that surrounded him.

pensive and slightly aloof, he…

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ash and bone.

she waits broken and bleeding
heedless of her ragged knees
or acidic tears,
as she lingers along the precipice
desperate
for someone to hear.

the world spins around her
oblivious to her racking pain.
she no longer finds solace in the heavens
and aches to relieve the strains.

the waning sun before her
leaves a chill upon the skin.
she rises embracing the shadows
and the oblivion within.

toes curled…

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the once sacred road.

the once sacred road.

the pervading silence
echoes
within the cavern-ness void.
my voice
once brittle but strong
now flakes
into the ash
of the forgotten.

the sell-by date has past
on crippled ladder rungs.
the wave of becoming
now drowning
beneath the ether.

stripped vocal chords
no longer recognize
the stitchings of their own
beginning.

ties unravel
and in the blanketing nothing
all
comes
to light.

my heart bleeds
fr…

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two-hundred ninety-two.

this glossy stylized perfection
holds a silver albatross of inkened hues -
a ballast of monumental proportions
yet minuscule in all it imbues.

it is the tomb that holds every ember
of the blue-black shadows haunting my soul.
two-hundred ninety-two heart beats
confined with nowhere to go.

there is a torturous dichotomy dividing me -
conflicting sides in a viscous war.
each screaming with ravaged…

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Cool, interesting thoughts, Ever thought about how your bike fits?

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he spoke of a time when the world was fresh crisp new. a snapshot of full hearts satiated spirits…

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he spoke of a time when the world was fresh
crisp
new.
a snapshot of full hearts
satiated spirits
unblemished souls.
his recollections
a visceral memory
that still languishes the skin in goosebumps
and sets the blood aflame.

it was a time
no longer able to be seen
yet sings amongst each tremor
and palpitation.
it is a song
forever branded in the ether
yet he is unable to remember
the very words…

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