

{"id":7930,"date":"2017-01-01T12:08:58","date_gmt":"2017-01-01T17:08:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/?p=7930"},"modified":"2021-10-19T11:24:20","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T15:24:20","slug":"the-graveyards-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/the-graveyards-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"The Graveyard&#8217;s Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"grid kcm\">\n<div class=\"grid__item one-whole portable--auto lap--auto palm--auto\">\n<pre>Waveless left, withers, \r\na wild sapphire dies,\r\ncan&rsquo;t reach your skies\r\nas the graveyard sighs, \r\ngrief repeats history, \r\ndiff&eacute;rence, r&eacute;p&eacute;tition, \r\na wilted death cries. \r\n\r\nGrow a tsubaki to beget \r\na legacy of regret that\r\ncan transform an instant\r\ninto a red undercurrent \r\nthat searches for a scar\r\nthat can&rsquo;t be found near\r\nthe river of what&rsquo;s left. \r\n\r\nI wallow in the tears\r\nyou left, I left, no one\r\nleft, to lest we left\r\nbefore a bye could be.\r\n\r\nSurrendering to jet lag,\r\nfortuity tears me apart. \r\n\r\nDuty calls the strongest, \r\nfollow what must be done\r\nwithout knowing if what \r\nis meant to be discovered\r\nwould break the begetters\r\ntraditions, those who told\r\nyou who to be. Both pulled \r\ninto different directions, \r\nupward, downward, light \r\nstains as darkness needs \r\nthe chandelier to guide \r\nus back to the passion \r\nthat silences and clears \r\nup the skies as we fall \r\nasleep within a Borealis.  \r\n\r\nEven if no word is said, \r\nI&rsquo;ll lie in a cold stone \r\npath, waiting for a gale\r\nof warmth to describe me\r\nwhy volcanic lakes meet. \r\n  \r\nIf our essence was united \r\nby a core heat that stood \r\nnear the words: find me,\r\nwhy did our ignited felsic \r\npath suddenly settle cold? \r\n \r\nMelded near randomness,\r\nwilling to find reasons\r\nto lie near a tsubaki\r\nthat knows why the scar\r\nin your hand went home,\r\nsurrendered to a memory, \r\na bonheur genetically \r\ninstilled as a flowerbed\r\nthat repeats told stories. \r\n\r\nA desire for dire esteem\r\nis vanity that hasn&rsquo;t been \r\nsorted out, once sorted, \r\nclose your eyes, be still,\r\nI'm here, no one truly left, \r\ndo we really need more? \r\n\r\nThe final page is unknown. \r\n\r\nBut as the last chapter's \r\nbrim overfills and spills, \r\ncan't fully grasp the end's \r\ntaste even as life decided \r\nto sear yes into our ways. \r\n\r\nGraveyard&rsquo;s stories spook\r\nno more if grief wallows \r\nnot. If you pinpoint what's  \r\nthe essential in our good \r\nwill, you'll find me near\r\nlightening a chandelier\r\nwhere none should exist,\r\ns'il y a besoin de plus \r\nde lumi&egrave;re, de la v&eacute;rit&eacute;, \r\nyeux ferm&eacute; avant la nuit,\r\nyour forgetful innocence\r\nwishes you blissful rest\r\nloved by undying qulliq. \r\n\r\n \r\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Waveless left, withers, a wild sapphire dies, can&rsquo;t reach your skies as the graveyard sighs, grief repeats history, diff&eacute;rence, r&eacute;p&eacute;tition, a wilted death cries. Grow a tsubaki to beget a legacy of regret that can transform an instant into a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/the-graveyards-stories\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7933,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3,1760,1759],"tags":[1178,1926,522,21,794,1115,1331,325,590,1782,1895,965,1315,1316,625,1241,1187,28,521,136,418,1109,951,1799,1949,1271,1290,630],"form":[1927,1973],"genre":[1740],"type_image":[1764,1756],"type_audio":[],"type_video":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7930"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7930"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7930\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9184,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7930\/revisions\/9184"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7933"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7930"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"form","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/form?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"type_image","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_image?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"type_audio","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_audio?post=7930"},{"taxonomy":"type_video","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/linaru.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/type_video?post=7930"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}