The mountains wrote a love song,
a ballad of adventure and longing.
My heart beats to its grand melody.
Those peaks are my canticle.
Author: metanoiainacup
Narcissism
Narcissism
Unending self-regard
of a beauty that evokes
one’s vainglory.
Unrelenting devotion of self.
Modesty has fled. Grandiosity enters.
This is narcissism.
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The Daisy & The Sun
I am just waiting for the sun.
Her wild, exotic heart calls to me.
Gently, I move near her golden rays.
She warms my delicate petals,
with a gentle touch.
The core of my existence is her.
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The Tulip’s Song
Tantrum
Every day it is the same battle.
A loveless game won by frustration.
You enter the room.
Blood pours into the chambers of my heart
at a fierce rate,
building pressure within.
The fire abruptly begins.
Flames burn
with every aching word
spewing from my mouth.
I am continuously undone
with you.
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An Ode to Badlands National Park
Sand, slit, clay dancing
within spires and pinnacles
a beauty hidden
until warmed by the sun.
Lush praires awakening
the sky and rock
with her eloquence
as she sustains her mammal guests
nearby.
Time stands still
as I partake
in your illustrious land.
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Ballad of Affliction and Vigor
The Ballad of Affliction and Vigor
The pain of tomorrow
will come, again
and again.
Can I run?
Can I escape?
Can I hide?
No,
he whispers gently in my ear.
My anthem beats within my chest.
I will rise with the dawn
to great his devilish grin.
His temptations will continue to taunt me.
The song , I choose to sing
will be my
glory.
