Thursday, April 10, 2025

π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—˜π—₯𝗔π—₯𝗬: β€œNo Solace in Ashes” by Luigi Andree A. BaΓ±os

 


Layout by: Genesis Amemita

Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano

Date Published: April 10, 2025

Time Published: 3:08 PM


Category: Poetry

Subject: The Paradox of Love


It isn’t love if it doesn’t make your sanity drown in chaos,

if it doesn’t blur the line between ruin and rapture,

between prison and paradise, where hearts beat recklessly,

aching for the fire that both burns and binds.


Love is not a gentle whisper, but a hurricane’s hymn,

pulling you into depths unknown, where logic crumbles,

where every touch is both a wound and a wonder,

where absence feels like exile and presence, a war.


It is the paradox we crave, the madness we choose,

a storm that leaves us shattered, yet whole,

for what is love if not the beautiful disaster,

that we surrender to again and again?


Love is the chaos we learn to crave,

a storm we welcome with open arms,

where destruction and beauty collide,

leaving us breathless in the wreckage.


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roevart (n.d.) Pinterest. https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/8444318045980769/



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