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Lost.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

"..For she; she were my Lighthouse. The singular beacon of pure promise that drowned all depths of despair from the hearts of mere mortals. Making sig..

Impetuous.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

A perpetual period of poetic poverty prepossessingly persisted upon the impressions within one's pneuma. A pen to paper may only prevail as permane..

Remembrance.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

For a Brother, a Friend, to whom departed this world on a glorious adventure; to touch the face of God.

Star-fire.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

The aperture in my confinement.

Confession.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

I relish every fragmentation of affliction I have ever inflicted. I savour all the disfigurements inspired by my mere impression. Why? Because Evil..

Unfulfillment.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

I attempted to etch the eternal emptiness that eludes the fragments of a fractured heart, but my attention soon became adrift. I sailed upon a s..

Persistence.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

I awoke in the morn with a mind infused with whims of a hopeful and joyous season, as the Winter revolved a new. But all that survived, the Sun'..

Converse.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

The tale of Life and Death is not that of maliciousness. Of a possessive jealousy between antithesises. It is far, far too prepossessing to be of such..

Misfortunate.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

And it could not have been more true. His fundamental fallacy, his paramount imperfection, was that he had ever allowed himself to love. What exacerba..

Aphrodite.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

Never before had I encountered a being of such flawlessness. For she drifted elegantly through fields ripe with the colour of forgotten love. Cascadin..