~Autumn Gothic~

Leaves of patterned chaos fall

On cells of hay bales—Blackbirds call

O'er fields of empty stalks and spice,

Where gourds and apples hide from ice.

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Straw-stuffed strangers house blank eyes:

The Hollow Men that search for skies

Of crystal thinking—Meaning lies

Within the fragrant harvest pies.

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Homeless winds cut without trace

Whilst sun and chill engage in chase;

A lost aroma sweetly rots,

Then slowly dies in parking lots.

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Webs of smoke curl through the trees

And dance with myst'ry in the breeze;

The rains of loss and memories rise,

As Twilight’s cratered mistress cries.

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~Reigh Lynne

| An Aesthetic Imagery Collection |

A ghost whispering in the sirens and fog

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A blinking red light a hundred feet above the empty tracks that seem to lead to nowhere

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Silver leaves glinting in the deserted 1:00 a.m. moonlight

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Jogging on the black pavement under the grungy yellow street lamps

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Frantic dragging of nails against skin to numb the lack of anything

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The escape to a road that travels only to the past that is yet to come

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Headphones that can’t be felt, as they are one with the night air and cold comfort of tears

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A terror born with the grainy pink sun rising over the cooled rooftops

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A voice multiplying with each echo of memory in my head

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A memory of the future come to haunt the heart

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Blinking away liquid failure and biting away from the cheeks, leaving only a frame of stripped bone, truth, and remembrance

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A symphony of nights

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The aesthetic of a bleeding life spent with oneself and the voices of hopes fading with the calm nothingness of unbroken silence

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A cool reassurance sliding over agitation and eyelids flickering in time to a glow on an orange windowsill

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Smoke lingering on wool, breezing past the senses as innocent adrenaline swirls up with embers and stars. Like the flames and shadows, we will never grow old.

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~Reigh Lynne

“The mind is a universe container contained within a universe.”

~Reigh Lynne

~Hands~

Hands

They hold volumes of stories:

Chapters of encounters

With the world,

Narratives of tales.

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The fingerprints of other titles

That they have changed

Meld with their own;

Every line, curve,

Imperfection, and scar

Holds legends

Of battles won,

And loves lost.

.

Hands

An engraved account

Of life.

.

~Reigh Lynne

~On Hope~

What am I to do with hope?

I know it reeks of tears:

I cling to lies and wishes to

Dissociate from fears.

.

~Reigh Lynne

Aries / Ravenclaw

Requested by @thya79

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