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  • pendragon 3w

    I STOPPED SEARCHING

    I've searched for you in the highest of towers,
    In every nook and cranny of every boulevards.
    I've looked for you in the deepest of oceans,
    Drowning. Drowning in my sea of regrets.
    I've looked for you in the space between us,
    Diving into black holes that were never meant to be stepped on.
    I've looked for you in the places we've been through,
    Hoping that once again I'd be there with you.
    I've looked for you in every open door,
    Searching for hints and looking for clues.
    I've looked for you in the eyes of another,
    In every fleeting moment,
    In every blinking lights,
    And there I saw you. I saw you.
    I saw you deeply entrapped in the snares made from his daunting efforts,
    I saw you rooted in love's clutches but you weren't even trying to break free.
    I saw you entangled in his vines made from lost words and persuasion.
    You were allured. You were intoxicated. You were mesmerized.
    I tried to brush it off.
    I told myself that I've found you and that's what really matters.
    I've kept my eye on you, silently gazing,
    I've watched over you from time to time.
    I thought consistency would make it better,
    I grew tired of waiting but I still cared.
    Everything was then made clear to me,
    And once again you vanished from my sight.
    You... you've escaped together.
    I blinked once. I blinked twice.
    I blinked for the third time.
    I blinked and looked around.
    I stopped searching.

    ©pendragon

  • pendragon 3w

    SPOLIARIUM

    Once we dwelled in ashen clouds and silhouettes;
    In ink-fazed canvasses with ragged pelts;
    Wherein war and guns were lullabies,
    And people leave with no good-byes.
    Black outlined the blood dragged in paper;
    White for the sightings where we once stood;
    For all of us just wanted to be safer,
    But our oppressors misunderstood.
    Burnt in orange are our dossiers;
    Abstract colours projected grief;
    As men were ravaged in their inside plays;
    The sorrow of death was a swift relief.
    Women were exposed and were sullied in red;
    Even young girls who haven’t even bled.
    Blue enveloped the entire coliseum;
    With warriors not knowing it’s their grand mausoleum.
    As the mother wept beside her fallen son;
    The traitorous crowd were painted in brown.
    For those who fought for the colour of gold;
    ¡Felicidades! Your legacies are now being told.

    ©pendragon

  • pendragon 10w

    Why do you love breaking things that you haven't even touched?
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  • pendragon 10w

    Love is that kind of thing that is selfish yet selfless at the same time.
    ©pendragon

  • pendragon 12w

    We're the definition of INSANITY.
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  • pendragon 12w

    Let them be wrong about you.
    There is nothing to prove.
    ©pendragon

  • pendragon 12w

    Your JUSTICE is swift but it is also flawed.
    ©pendragon

  • pendragon 13w

    Parallel Universe

    Have you ever heard the moon cry for the wolf?

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  • pendragon 13w

    A Writer's Lament

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  • pendragon 13w

    I hate how fragile people break us.

    ©pendragon