The stakes

“All in!”, I said, then pushed my heart right into the middle of the table. The opponent smiled and pushed theirs in as well. The game was afoot and she literally kicked me beneath the table as a distraction, followed by giggling and laughter that threatened the candle-lit game.

Then I woke up. Clenching my chest and checking for a gaping hole. Sigh. A dream… and yet I still feel empty. Noah_arkenswagg

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Tale of the vulnerable

I wore my heart on my sleeve. You can see the fingers peeking out where they shouldn’t be. I bore honesty like a badge; bullseye for all to see. They lost nothing when they struck, having no skin in the game. Am I a fool? I trusted the snake to guard the egg, and now we’re both mouth agape, but only one is smiling. Noah_arkenswagg

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New love

They wonder if love is real and if they’ll find it:

Back when Ma got love letters and post cards and tear drops were as valid as ink, was love real? When giggling voices would twirl telephone cords while listening to vocal cords that melted hearts, was love real?

The effort’s all gone, true faces hidden as boom boxes died. The consequences went out the window with a swipe and 5g powered games the heart can’t keep up with. Is love real? Will you find it? Dont ask Noah_arkenswagg

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Gift of the dream

What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

The one movies glorify. The one songs paint a wild shade of pink. I’d like the kind Shakespeare wrote. Maybe a bit of what kindled the hearts of Greek heroes. They call it love. But I speak of the unconditional kind. The kind you only hear about. Do you have it? Noah_arkenswagg

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I love sleep

What kind of sleep takes away pain that is deep? How many sheep will you count when you weep? Learned to hide in my mind, just to avoid the scars on my hide. “I love sleep”, is all I’m saying; freedom in pillows where none can peep. Noah_arkenswagg

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An apology-too late

There are words that turn back time. Three little words that push back pain. Mankind has forgotten these words; gifts of the tongue that heal without scars. They’ve taken on pride and ego, and like a scarf, they choke themselves with fervour. Will you remind them? Or shall we let the cycle of revenge teach them? If you choose the latter, I shall be it’s envoy. I will teach them what their little games have birthed. I will introduce them to karma and show them no escape in a world as small as ours. That time will deliver them when they least expect it. They may smile today, but tomorrow, they will taste pain in all shades of the rainbow. Noah_arkenswagg

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The dark poet

I have seen the devil. She likes sweets and is prettier than the sunset. I loved her smile, so she led me to the banquet. There I died, far away from the sunset. The light is gone, and the monster is born. If you see my horn and hear the bellow of orn, then you’ve heard the sound light makes, when it gives in to the dark. Noah_arkenswagg

Is this too much for you? Has hope blinded you to the realities? Is summer love all you know even in the winter? When hands trembled and eyes were wet, did you think i forgot about love? No… for even in the dark, i am Noah_arkenswagg.

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My Regret

What colour is regret? When the chains of regret hold you to walls of emotion, what sound do they make? When crying eyes salt bleeding lips as they attempt to bite through the chains of regret, what obscenities will your tongue spout?

I held on to dark clouds like balloons, soaking in dark rain and shadows till I was drenched in melancholy. I would run, I would hide, I would taste freedom if it weren’t for the chains of regret. Noah_arkenswagg

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Trust?

I shake, in fear, of parted lips and their curse. I shake, in fear, of kind eyes and their curse. I shake, in fear, of knowing smiles and their curse. If I say yes, I’ll know bonds of iron, be they chains or rings, until the trap is sprung and I shake, in fear, of saying yes to you. Noah_arkenswagg

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