DESCRIPTION OF LOVE
ciera b
Love is an understatement
It is excitement
It is disgrace
Love is confusion
It is therapeutic
Love is rage
It is all the madness
And all the sanity we don't have
It's complicated
Uncomplicating itself
Love is your opponent
A delusional form of self
It's the weird discussion of morality
It's the undeniable
The imperfect
Coming together in two parts
The fish in a bowl
The cat in a pond
The girl in a black dress
Love is the unmatchable
The perfection of an edgeless puzzle
The minority of a monarchy
The Jewels on the crown
Love is my favourite kind of music
Love is the hate inside my soul
The unfaithful
The smell of a dead man
The Roses around the valley
Love is all the words
And the endless silence
The tears we shed and the sorrow
The smiles we give and the dance
Love is everything and all
Love is nothingness that will forever exist
Love is me. It's you.
Love is us.
I FELL IN LOVE
I fell in love with a stranger
Because I was too scared to love myself
He was devoted to anger
I was the only one that couldn't tell
I fell in love with an angel
His wings were my favourite scars
His soul my favourite painter
Though I wasn't the only masterpiece he could touch
I was devoted to funerals
So I helped him plan my own
All of the guests held warning signs
So I broke them and sent them home
My soul was always claustrophobic
It couldn't stand the tight and dark
So It left in search of the angel
The only one who once loved my heart
I fell in love with an angel
I don't care if they call him danger
His love was as innocent as mine
He never wanted to hold the dagger
Sometimes his mind went dark.
MOURNING
And there was a tale.
Two hearts beating, as one of them would stop at any moment.
One couldn't breathe.
Every second felt like the end was just another second away.
Silence.
A feeling that tells the world everything is over.
No heartbeat.
No heavy breathing.
No illusion of time and space.
No mischief of the sound.
Silence.
In the middle of petunias, daisies and dahlias.
Breathe.
The unique sensation of loneliness fills one completely.
One gasps.
Flowers that turn a sad life into a coloured
realm.
But one's eyes can't see colour.
Just black on white.
White on black.
Void.
One stands.
Flowers that disguise the smell of death.
But one can't feel the smell of flowers.
Just death over blood.
Blood over death.
Pain.
One cries.
One looks at the dark form of liquid transparent substance that floats over ones head.
Rain.
The blue fades.
The grey rises.
Tears.
One gives a step forward.
A long way awaits, a path with memories one
must overcome in order to move forward.
One journey ends.
One journey starts.
Hey there, my name is Ciera, I'm 18 years old, from Maputo, Mozambique. My dream is to become a fiction writer and a poet. I started writing when I still in elementary school, short stories, music, poetry, and never stopped. I'll soon start my first year at University and I want to boost my career from there. My biggest inspiration is my mom who used to write poetry herself, but never made much out of it, now I read mostly Poe's work and some new poetry. Besides writing, I paint, bake, sing, read a lot and love science, reason why I'm in STEM. I also love God and am a Christian I'm from a very poorly known country, making difficult for me to get recognition, but I believe no effort is too small.
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