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I’M INVISIbLE
I WOULDN’T MIND IF I WAS A GONEr BECAUSE I’M
JUST A SHADOW oN THE WALLS
REPEATEDLY SAYING I’M Ok
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS Me
IF I LEFT, WOULD ANYBODY nOTIVE?
I WOULDN’T MIND IF I WAS A GONEr BECAUSE I’M
JUST A SHADOW oN THE WALLS
REPEATEDLY SAYING I’M Ok
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS Me
IF I LEFT, WOULD ANYBODY nOTIVE?
Literature
The Sun in One
Your warmth?
More worth than all the sunsets in the world,
the strength of a marching army, the rhythm your heart, the gentleness of a lone feather.
A smile enveloping fears and dreams with hope,
a touch pillowed by words,
every breath of the atmosphere, an air we share, to be shared.
Convincing a kiss deep in my soul to stay,
begging to remember and to be remembered.
Every word has no shame,
never giving others blame.
Calming with every element,
no condescending, always delicate.
The same one who's here,
too good to not be ending.
You're too warm to forget me,
so at the crossroads I stay.
The trains are racing, tracks buckling.
The lights
Literature
Celestial
The stars are within us;
Their light still glowing brightly -
in the interconnections
of the elements they've birthed.
I smile playfully and say,
I can hopscotch from our Earth -
onto the neighboring moons of other planets;
Their weightless bodies -
dipping beneath my feet.
One day, we'll leave this solar system -
Once the spark of our sun burns out.
And we'll make the long journey,
beyond the Milky Way Galaxy -
before Andromeda's appetite,
Engulfs it whole.
Then we'll dance in the -
vacuum of space;
Floating and spinning with ease.
The eyes of the stars, sparkling,
in delight at our antics.
And I would chuckle and say,
Literature
but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
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This one was for myself. It might be a little bit harder to figure out the word. Also, please comment! Tell me what you think! Only with that can I get better and my writing can progress!
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really beautiful