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oresteias-heart · 3 months

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☆⭐︎I too become a star?⭐︎☆

I wish I too could be a star in the sky.

An ethereal body, a signal of hope.

Lasting forever in the sky—being painted as a beautiful light.

Shining, shimmering.

Even the brightest stars flicker and die, but even if their shine disappears that still have their place among beauties.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 3 months

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❀✾❀ Lungs ❀✾❀

My lungs often betray me, it gets harder to breathe. They are old and rotten. Even they resent that of which I have become.

Sometimes I feel as though I shouldn't take a breath, that I shouldn't inhale and exhale.

That I shouldn't waste oxygen.

That I am a thief.

That I should rot beneath the surface of the earth even though I am already only a corpse underneath my skin.

And When I dance with another perhaps I should mention they dance with my blood rather than my bones.

They would only crack under pressure. Frailness that belongs in no world of living things.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 3 months

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Cupid..⇥♥︎

Love is not the same when you are loved with empty eyes

Love is when you can be free—when you are so infactuated by another.

When you are so insistent on caring for the other you will give up all you have, to make sure you have them.

Love in ways is more savage than even death, it stays forever—you cannot lose love. You cannot break free of something that has no bounds.

And I at the very least know that cupid is perhaps the most evil of them all.

The reaper does not let his poor souls lay awake at night.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 3 months

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☾♡…Shadows of love…♡☽

To the shadows of love that pose a hindarance to me, that follow me wherever I go.

The melodies and whispers that are echos from all the ones I loved.

Their Shadows grasp on my shoulders and pull me back to try to lure me in, to try and feel bliss.

The shadows of everything ive ever bargained for, the ones that haunt me.

And so I have nothing left then to scream until my throat runs dry. To scream until it feels as though there are thorns in my bile.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 3 months

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☁︎…My Dear…☁︎

My dear, if there is an end, I wish no more than to witness the fall with you, so that we may fall together.

To watch the rise and fall of the sun through your eyes, to only notice how much more beautiful life gets when watching through you.

— Oresteia...♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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❤︎ Pomegranate ❤︎

Delicate, messy. Not two words you would often associate with the other, but they fit.

Not in any normal circumstance however.

Ripping open the core of this fruit, so delicate, so pristine at first.

Watching the the red liquid drip down and cascade the same as a bloodbath.

Do you even care for the bitter pieces placed on the outside? The pieces you care so little for, and so you discard them all?

Cast themside, as if they were not there first?

To tear through the layers, the skin, the flesh, of this fruit. The fine juice dripping down the sides the same as blood would.

Because no matter how you peel the pomegranate, you still rip it open and indulge on its sweetness

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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❥In every passion of love❥

Drowsy midnight words, and exchanges of thoughts, laughter, and love.

Singing under the night sky and loveless stars, hoping to shift on with the wind and clear the mess of my heart.

Sharing glances and looks of careful admiration in our stances.

To stare at your eyes.

To love your grace, to adore you.

In every sigh, every yawn, every dreary dream, and every dawn. Our souls to love the other, designed.

To find comfort in you?

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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To have a withering heart and wandering eyes. ✍︎

My heart is nothing but a withered lump, from years and years of relentless taunt, relentless wear and tear.

To know I have become no less than the shell of a child, a tomb that's still a body.

To know my eyes have even locked on to all the things that were not there in hopes that things that were, would disappear.

To acknowledge the world in a sense that doesn't exist.

To know, that the world I looked at through wonderless eyes, the eyes that looked through the darkness of a world and still looked despite not knowing a light.

To know that despite a child such as me, I can still look upon the damnations of all the love I can still have.

To have a withering heart with wandering eyes.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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☆⭐︎…Loving you through stars…⭐︎☆

To write is to love incapably, the bounds of these written testaments and poems cannot hold the capacity of which I love.

I love you as the stars love the sun as its brethren, heavenly blood a disgrace towards the galaxies and life.

The hole in my heart you fill, without you I fear it will be empty for eternity. Leaving me to question who I am to be without you, and who you are to be without me.

I shall love you as a moth loves the moon, I will love you as the sea loves the horizon and borders the heavens.

I will look into your eyes and see the Paradise of the future, I will look and see the love of which I hold.

I will love you as the Rose blooms a new Bud, and I will love you as I cherish the blood that fills my veins.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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I am not me.♥︎♡

I will never be able to write something original, something new, something that has never been created.

I lack skills, I lack sincerity, I lack everything that should just make me, me.

I have no empathy, I lack compassion.

I fear I may no longer be human with how I stand and look out to the world.

I fear, that I. Even I will never be an original, never something new. That even my bones, my humanity, are stolen.

I will never be the art or even the artist.

I am no van Gogh, and I am no Picasso.

I am not even me.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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…☆Mapping out our stars☆…

I often like to map out the stars, the stars are beautiful.

The stars shine, and the stars love.

You can erase words and you can erase the sun and moon from the sky, until all that is left is the constellations that the stars make.

When we die we do not return to the sun, we do not even return to god.

We return to our stars, and as the sun dissipates and the moon disappears, we shall shine as the heavenly bodies of love

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 4 months

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♡…When I die…♡

When I die, will the stars cry?

Will their own heavenly blood leak unto the earth? Will the breeze still? Or perhaps the leaves freeze where they rest? Would all the animals lay down and die?

If I died, whose clock would stop turning along with mine? The sun would still rise and fall and the moon would still shine.

Would the shadows of the world perish? I think myself to be everything but the sun, so perhaps they would. Would people gather blankets to surround my grave and sleep with me as I lay?

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 5 months

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Maybe I do love like other people…♥︎

You are a person. You have sentiments and values, you are human. I, however, find it easy to sometimes forget that fact. As you, start to appear more in my nightmares rather than my dreams.

We all dream, don't we? Dreams are simply the aspect of our lives when we imagine what we could do, what we possibly can do. However, people mostly dream about the aspects that are unattainable and sometimes it is easier to forget that these are fiction than to remember.

Are you the unattainable in my dreams?

Perhaps it's because people love so much, they love so much that even their heart feels on fire. They love so much even they try to defy and defile even the ground rules written by the universe and the whole world just to love a person.

Just like I love you.

Is that why you appear in my dreams?

Because I love you?

I, myself, even danced with the Grim Reaper kissed him on the cheek, and twirled him on the ballroom floor, and as the music was my own memorable laughter, and the harder I listened, your own laughter was mixed in with mine.

And maybe that is what gave me the strength to tell the reaper to come for another dance sometime later, so I am like other people, defying the laws of our written world, just to see your face one last time, even if you don't wish to see mine.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 5 months

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☁︎..Heavenly bodies..☁︎

Beneath the canvas of our midnight dome, Stars, whispers of time, find a celestial dwelling. Glistening tales spun in cosmic brilliance, A cosmic theater, a celestial exposition.

I peer skyward, in quiet awe, Stillness and shine, an astral law. Heavenly bodies , a luminous array, Painting stories in the night's exhibition.

With each twinkle, a secret's told, A cosmic language, ancient and bold. In the quiet of dawn, their tales unfold, Stories of devotion, of dreams untold.

Gawk I do, at this nightly design, A dance of stardust, a procession divine. The heavens above, a boundless sea, Stars, fictions of time, painting tales for you and me.

— Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 5 months

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The Garden of Eden’s song...

Misunderstandings bloom like bitter flowers, In the garden of the mother-daughter hours. Silent screams and heard cries that only go unnoticed. A portrait painted with tear-streaked eyes. Yet, within the pain, a yearning plea, For healing, understanding, a chance to be free. In the poignant dance of hurt and sorrow, a melody of tears, a sincerely sorrow song.

The Garden of Eden's vines dance to this treacherous melody, though the song of grief does amass, to take a toll on such a soul, the flood waters may not pass.

To think of who I am and who I ought to be, when I look in the mirror all I see, is yet a reflected version of you

—Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 5 months

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♥︎♡A loves embrace♡♥︎

In twilight's soft embrace we find, A love that's pure, a tie that binds.

Moonlit whispers, stars above,

Our hearts entwined, an endless love.

Your gaze, a beacon in the night, Guiding me through shadows, bright.

Eternal dance of souls aligned,

A symphony of love, beautifully designed.

Through valleys low and mountains high, In every laugh, in every sigh.

Our journey written in the stars, A tale of love that nothing mars.

Hand in hand, we face the unknown, A love that's grown, a love that's sown.

With each heartbeat, a pledge we make, In love's sweet dream, forever wake.

—Oresteia…♡

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oresteias-heart · 5 months

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☾..Drowsy letters of love..☽

I'll write drowsy letters of love for you while you sleep. I'll write them for you, even if you don't wake up in the morning, even if you wake up this morning and wish I had not awakened, even if you wake up and hate the person I have become.

I will write letters of snow and dewdrops. I'll write letters that even defy the laws of the world, for the sake of telling you I love you no less than I love the gentle snow that appears on a windowsill on a cold day, I love you no less than I love the very blood that runs through my veins, and I can never stop loving you.

I could only stop loving you, if the very core of me broke down, if the only part of me that was whole, shattered.

—Oresteia…♡

To those who live to love<3

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