She cycled through the seasons and spun into the void.

A moth seeking a cosmic lantern, but never reaching. Never burning.

Though the Earth would’ve welcomed the flaming union with the stellar womb of matter.

Over expiring in the dark embrace of the universe.

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He told her he loved her

It escaped him, more like

an exhale desperate to be born into this world

His chest was alight

a flame he had caught from her

And it filled him with such lightness

he could rise like an air balloon

and meet those scintillating, beckoning gems

on the night's dress

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Once a love so deep

The pain as it fades away

It’s unbearable

I have tried so hard

But got nowhere

I show you love is still there

You still don’t come back

My darkness gets darker

As your light gets brighter

I try to make you understand

Love is still there

Still you don’t come back

I begged and I cried

You still left

And my heart has been broken ever since

Red clouds fall over silver moonlight

Crystaline glass reflects the icy midnight

Standing on the balcony

Waiting for you to come to me

Intoxicate my innocence

Make me forget, more or less

Another breath, over again

Addiction formed, love drunk fan

Knowing me inside and out

Manipulate without a doubt

You know what I fantasize about

There she is, my beckoning dream,

where the endless sky meets the earth.

My spirit is soaring so high—

to catch her beauty at sunrise,

and bask in her firestorm breath.

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Head in the clouds

Hope in a grave,

The lies that I took,

The love that I gave,

The darkness creeps in,

As the ember tires,

Haunted by pasts,

Of the once raging fires,

Eyes bright with passion,

Now just ash and tears,

Swallowing the sadness,

Choking on pains and fears,

We tread the razors edge,

Of nightmares and dreams,

Stuck somewhere between,

These whispers and screams,

Surviving in reverse,

Diamonds turned to coal,

A life spent only dying,

A torn and tattered soul,

Hearts growing colder,

With each deepening cut,

Sealing off feelings,

Like windows painted shut,

Sit reading the epitaph,

On the headstone,

In a crowded room,

You still feel alone,

We try to make due,

We cope for our reasons,

Search for angels in others,

To quell our own demons,

We hate all the lies,

We just want what is true,

Though still wear fake smiles,

Insecurities bleed through,

Finding the distance,

Between wants and needs,

A step or a journey,

Both flowers and weeds,

Sundials in shadows,

Still tell of the times,

Of our paths to walk,

The mountains we must climb,

We need to free ourselves,

From the walls that we contrived,

You're not a dead and broken spirit,

But the pieces that survived.

I am

As fragile

As the wings

Of a butterfly

I am

Shattered glass

Scattered like stardust

across a night sky

Fear is a funny thing. Most times, the fear has no real basis behind it. A simple thought that crosses the mind can create a senseless fear. My fears are many. Too many that sometimes they begin to feel like a joke being played on me. Senseless fears that circle around my life and build on top of one another like a shield. Fear is the way that our body warns us to find safety when we face danger, but fears aren’t always related to dangerous things. Fear stops me from facing my wildest dreams. Fear prevents me from dancing in the rain and singing all the wrong notes at the top of my lungs. It’s the sole thing standing between me and my dream of writing. Fear stops me from doing things that could expose me to the judgement of others— even if it’s a positive exposure. This kind of fear is the worst to exist and the most difficult to defeat. Facing darkness I can at least have the hope of finding light yet with failure, comes deep self-disappointed. Rational? I wouldn’t say so. But here I am, immersed in my fear. It wraps around me like a weighted blanket has been glued to my skin. Facing fear feels like blindly jumping into a dark, bottomless well. I don’t know what waits beneath the darkness, but I can only hope that it’s the light leading to the right path.

ER

(Edit #2)

Batters up!...

...Your Mind Bank’s gone black...

Batters up!...

There’s a small, hair-line crack...

View what you saw in uh sick

Seizure trance...

...Confiscated moments,

Now seized at a glance...

...An eye-lid, a dead star, a flick

Of the wrist...

Whole lifetimes suspended

Like uh coveted kiss.

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