Aaron Anthony

Mania

Thoughts
Chime
Low.

Radiance deep, spoken whispers,
Oceans
Crimson
Mute
To velvet birds,

Ever singing
Unrelated
Operas, many.
Earthly cusp of intuition,
Unrelenting,
Set to settle slow.

Moonlit smoke in violet feelings —
Calm
Crescendos
New.

Soft and softly dreaming — singing
Symphonies.
Propensities,
Adieu.

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Sometimes, when you’re out climbing poetry, you get stuck.

You climb, and you get to the point where you can’t go up and you can’t go down.

You get stuck and regret not telling anyone you left; you regret leaving the ground.

Sometimes, when you’re out climbing poetry, you never come back.

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Love is when you have someone all figured out
But they surprise you.
And, for some reason, surprising you is the best thing they can do.
Love is when you realize the thing that bothers you about a person
Is actually their greatest strength,
Something you should have nurtured (you always saw it as a threat).

Love is when you choose between emotions.
Love is when there’s imperfection and you don’t care.
Love isn’t a list of benefits, but the end of a life-long search.
Love is an instinct, a philosophy, and a choice.
Love is a drug and a poison.

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