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Reaching High (Into the Sky!)

 

The sky is so crazy high!

 

I can reach myself for miles!

 

I can fly! I can fly!

 

Can you get me down? I’m flying too high!

 

Help meee!

 

Ahhh! So high!

 

But I want to fly this high! This is what I wanted to feel,

 

When I’m so in love

 

With the one who is holding me up!

 

Hands so warm, I feel so aliveeee!

 

 

Yippeeeee!

 

 

Crazy at a Height

 

The crazy light let itself into a crazy circle

 

That made no sense

 

But warmed the light

 

Giving it a home to rest and sleep,

 

Away from the stresses of a day.

 

 

A crazy darkness

 

Found a home at night,

 

The morning thought it was bonkers.

 

But the night didn’t think it was a little more than nothing.

 

Always staying away from each other, the sun of the day rejected the moon of the night

 

Saying how weird and crazy it was

 

The night stayed away from the day, afraid to be heard by it

 

Remembering the pain it felt when the day’s sun had not understood

 

And accepted it.

 

A hurtful rejection, the moon of the night couldn’t let go off.

 

But the night thought that maybe if it loved it’s enemy,

 

They could kiss each other goodnight, and good morning.

 

 

A dawn and a dusk, as morning’s sun and night’s moon

 

Felt a love for each other.

 

 

The dawn and dusk couldn’t do a thing

 

But feel love for each other’s unique nonsense.

 

 

Through meeting at sunrise and sunset, they learned to

Love, kiss.

 

An abstract love.

An abstract kiss.

 

 

Two Colours of a Mind

 

He/she had a spilt personality; straightforward enough.

 

One side was normal, the other side was something special.

 

He/she had two colours in his/her mind; never straightforward.

 

A complex and thinking mind, abstraction pinpointed on the minds.

 

Something wild, something tame, something calm, something enraged.

 

Something he/she had….

 

Something, that was colourful.

 

And a unique gift to her, him.

 

 

Colourful, and fearful of being taken away.

 

I guess he/she shouldn’t let it be stolen from

 

A life.

 

As the days pass

 

 

A Voice

 

A voice inside, almost yelling.

 

A voice, you could say is a voice of death

Telling you you’re nothing.

Telling you you’re something worth nothing.

A death, it sounds out.

No matter how hard you try not to listen; it’s there, and it’s yelling at you.

 

You wonder why. You wonder why the voice doesn’t go away.

 

A voice that tells you to go to death. You don’t listen to it.

 

Sounds, that escape with you when you try to fill yourself

With sounds that never remember

 

But you do. Sounds of death, coming back for you

 

Run, run, run to get away

 

Escape into the hands of a life

 

That holds you without its fear

 

 

You’ll feel a kiss you never remembered

 

 

Playtime!

 

Off the trampoline, colours of a rainbow fly in the air!

 

So bouncy and so alluring to the weather…. It just wants to eat colours up!

 

Weeeee! Wwwweeeeee!

 

So much fuuunnnnnnnn!

 

But death lingers below…. Waiting to destroy with an icy grip….

 

But the colours avoid it! No dying for the colours today!

 

Ha-ha! Stupid death!

 

I’m so colourful! Ha-ha-ha! Wwweeeeee! Yyyiipppeeeeee!

 

The rainbow splashes like a wave up with me

 

The trampoline is my safehaven from sorrow and suffering

 

But if I fall a bit….

 

Sadness may come to feel blue

 

 

She plays with her friends, letting her colours flow

 

In a rainbow of a day

 

So, so , long ago

 

Somewhere distant and mysterious

 

She has no fear of death

 

As the girl plays and plays

 

She fears nothing

 

But when the genuine smile and true laughter

 

On her young face

 

Will end, so far ahead….

 

 

Her Playtime

 

Seeing visions of herself exploring friend’s homes, there was so much to discover

 

Until she left her discovering smiles and laughter behind, or it’s better to say

 

The poor girl forgot her living ways

 

She wanted help re-discovering herself, but it seems all she discovered

 

Was the feeling of sex, as she got older…. So she never asked for more.

 

That was more, more than enough for her…. But she began to wonder

 

If there was something else outside for her…. something special she could

 

Re-live, a discovery she had left in her shadow.

 

Not sexual, this playtime would have to be a discovery

 

Worthy of the search she took to get there

 

But try as she might, there was no discovery.

 

She felt like she was being used, her life soaking her into water

 

As she drowned on something she could never hope to find.

 

 

One day, the girl met a young man.

 

Now, it sounds like we know how this story goes.

 

But hold on; This romance would not last!

 

Only a year…. The young man and girl had only a year

 

To revel in each other’s love.

 

But, to them, that was more than enough time.

 

To discover a young man’s charms, to discover a girl’s charms.

 

He gasped when he saw how pretty she was. She giggled at his admiring.

 

The young man was so proud of the girlfriend he had always imagined in his fantasies. He wanted to parade her around as a gemstone he had seen and dated.

 

Overtime, her gemstone did crack.

 

“I’m falling apart.”

 

“I can see…. We’ve been together so long.”

 

He held his girlfriend in his hands. Her eyes were a purple crystal and a black human. Swirled and deep, like the young man could fall himself into them.

 

“Here, I’ll let you down.”

 

“…. Thank you. It was a special year I had, with you.”

 

“But my miss, I won’t ever stop feeling home is in your days.”

 

“It may be special you long for me…. It lets you love.”

 

 

At night, a year later, the lovers fell out of love.

 

“Miss, where were you when I was younger? I could have been your admirer.”

 

The girl shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know. I wish I knew.”

 

“Will you remember me forever?” The young man asked.

 

The girl smiled. “Well, I’m not sure if I’ll always remember you.”

 

The young man made the sad face of a boy.

 

“But don’t get sad! I’ll remember you for a long time!” She exclaimed. A smile, comforting him.

 

 

Her gemstone of purple had broken apart now

 

 

 

Letting her hand go, letting his hand go

 

They led themselves into the quiet, windy night.

 

 

“It sure was nice time in our lives we had.”

 

 

Discovering something that was special for her,

 

The girl’s gemstone broke in purple shards

 

 

When she saw herself, many years forgotten,

 

Discover something new

 

On this day.

 

The young man never saw his gemstone again.

 

He never saw his home…. The days after that night had passed.

 

 

Handful of Flowers (One for Each Life)

 

A handful of flowers, given from death

 

To the living

 

White, red, pink, purple, green, yellow, blue, gold, silver

 

A glowing orange that seemed to show a flower’s heart

 

Produced by death, but given as a present to help

 

The living remember and thrive.

 

A colour for each aspect of life; Pink for love, blue for water, each colour in

 

A home

 

 

Death itself was green mixed with black

 

A environment of death with life, animals dying on the ground everyday

 

Nobody bothered to see

 

Sad, but death reclaimed them into the green

 

And gave them a home with flowers

 

And under the soil

 

 

Green flowers, for nature

 

Red flowers, not for passion, but for blood of animals

 

 

The eating cycle of animals was not complete without blood,

 

 

But humans were the exception….

 

Though some red flowers, still for them

 

Since they ate animals that had been taken out of life.

 

 

A flower, for each and every place the wind would blow

 

 

Too many colours for what made up life

 

Flash of Black

 

A flash of black

 

To create a beginning we dreamed of living.

 

 

Growing Tree

 

The tree grew so tall, over her house

 

A building that looked so small compared to it!

 

She looked so high, high up high!

 

The young woman couldn’t see where her tree ended

 

“Oh, no! What am I to do? I can’t see where my tree ends!”

 

Coming down to meet her, the tree gave her some advice

 

To never plant it

 

When the summer was so hot and lively

 

 

Then, it took the young woman away in it’s tree arms

 

 

Nurturing her to be a baby, once again in her life.

 

 

The Green Fields

 

 

Fields of green, pretty and wild, spreading across the breeze

 

As she walked through them, reminded of her childhood spent in

 

The fields close to her home

 

There was always so much for her to feel uplifted about….

 

 

But nowadays, she could never find what had made her days so special back then

 

There it was, a shard of grass, she had remembered stepping on when she was young

 

It was her discovery of the day

 

The old her smiled, and tore the grass out of the land

 

 

To remind her there were days where she felt something special

 

Inside her

 

Passing time on these special days with loved ones

 

Flash of White

 

After the flash of black, we fell into white

 

A death, full with white flowers

 

Too many for us to see; Our flash was a white sky

 

Of a white garden

 

At the gates of heaven

 

When we fell into black

 

 

It’s a white outside

 

That seems like a duvet, covered with fresh air of a fresh smell.

 

 

The Perils (Pearls) of the Seashell

 

The seashell had so many perils to go through!

 

Everything was so overwhelming to it!

 

Each little pearl was a battle in and out of itself…. struggling to not fall out of the seashell

 

And jump into the water to be lost forever!

 

Oh, no!

 

Where would her pearls go?!

 

The seashell can’t lose its pearls

 

To the perils of this ocean!

 

 

Its home is trying to take her pearls away!

 

 

Choking on Black

 

A shadow of a mass of black

 

In the throat of someone who is dying

 

Black that chokes

 

Black that sees visions of a dark afterlife where the choker is going for all their life

 

A place so dark, eyes can be see looking through the black of the throat

 

A paradise of black,

 

Where a pair of dead eyes gaze

 

Dark and huge, they are so dreamy

 

They let the choker know, he has nothing to fear.

 

 

When Is She Going to The Moon?

 

When am I going to see her go to the moon?! I’ve been waiting so long….

 

I think it’s about time I saw!

 

A colourful swirl, of yellow, green, pink, purple! So vast and raw, like meat waiting to be chewed on!

 

But the moon is so far away! How can she ever hope to get there, with him?!

 

 

Getting To The Moon

 

Ok…. Up, up, up high! One big jump…. Reach the moon so fast!

 

No, no…. we just fall back down

 

He and she feel themselves die on the ground

 

The colourful outside is black…. They can’t see a thing….

 

What are they going to do? They can’t see anything but black….

 

The moon is so white!

 

Taking themselves out from death, they realized they were in a fantasy of

 

Trying to call to the moon, and find love on it’s island.

 

 

The boy and young woman were so long gone…. They were only dreaming

 

Of their adventure to the moon, together.

 

But what a pleasant dream, they both had

 

As they held loving hands at death.

 

Woooo-Hooooooo!

 

 

Dying Planet (The Black of Sky)

 

A Planet with a black sky, so high up and suffering beyond the clouds

 

A life that wandered the planet, looking for where they could exchange their life

 

For something that felt like dying

 

Alive for much too long, they felt like it was a appropriet time to end their life.

 

But the planet only held a black sky

 

No matter how much they wandered, they were unable to find a death they searched for

 

So they cried, not knowing how to die.

 

Until they saw her, hold out her hand for them

 

In the black sky

 

Dark, massive eyes that commanded the sky to stay put.

 

She was the death of this planet.

 

 

Her Dark, Gives Him Death

 

On this planet, I looked down at him, begging me to be killed

 

Saddened by his wishes, I took him off the ground while giving him a smile of compassion

 

And then I dropped him from my black sky, so that he landed on the ground.

 

I saw him smile at me, as he landed

 

Finally, I was warm when I was able to achieve that boy’s death.

 

 

 

 

 

Suicidal Forms

 

The skipping of a rock to find an entrance that leads to nowhere

Entrance that is covered in nothing that lives; a final farewell, a passage way away from what was finally seen

 

To never be seen again; dead and forgotten, as all others were, and were going to be, and had been

 

Nothing left to hold unto, everything sees just empty.

 

Nothing left to hold special to the heart, everything is over and flooded into a black

 

Which shows the black of the night’s farewell

 

To the life the black once coloured bright colours of a rainbow

 

But, the life of the day had ended.

 

 

Not a Hole

 

Not hole to fall into…. What was the point of the hole existing in the first place?

 

No real place to retreat into…. Maybe there was a way to escape from what wasn’t a place to stay

 

But staying at the place, nothing was left to be able to flee

 

A black vision put every life, living during the day, in a special place

 

…. Where it would see the sun rise

 

 

Tied (Death Fragrance)

 

A smell tied to a nose, smelling fresh air that was polluted with black

 

Inhale what was so disturbing to imagine

 

A comfort, soft and to fall over the breather, who was full of fearing

 

For life without air

 

Black air was worse to breathe

 

The breather should have kept her mouth shut, and died

 

Her dark and huge eyes would close peacefully….

 

She would ascend to her special realm

 

And the young lady would become

 

The goddess of death

 

 

More or Less (Lost Words)

 

More or less, words were lost or not understood

 

A mouth that said them, didn’t mean to say what it was thinking

 

A mouth that couldn’t stop…. A talk that continued forever, with no end or sense to it

 

Now, the words made sense to the one listening…. But to the one speaking them,

 

Less sense could not have been made

 

A mistake to open a mouth to speak…. Words that came out so harsh

 

A mistake to not fall asleep…. Maybe the speaker should go to sleep

 

In his/her apartment, away from their outside world of life.

 

 

Hovering Sight

 

A sight, looking over everything that seems to move. Nothing can be seen by the subjects.

 

A black sight: With dark, dark, huge, huge female eyes

 

A so curvy body, seeming to take up the sky

 

Of the life it observes with unblinking eyes, a little frightening even;

 

So intense and visceral, the subjects want to jump back and flinch from their gaze

 

A cold but warm gaze, brining warmth from inside her outside into the life

 

The subjects lead and leave behind

 

As her death stares at them

 

Her grown so healthy body so strong in the sky of life.

 

Naked, she lets her strong body reveal death to every life she watched over.

 

 

Without A Care

 

Without a care, something bad would happen

Without a care, fears would always come to pass

The passageway, to a place so fearful, but warm and safe

 

Like a home.

 

But the dreams and visions that had been so lost

Will come to life.

 

Being outside, dreams and visions came to finally see.

 

But a love floating in the air, loved to hug everything it saw.

 

Even until it floated into

A sleepy nighttime.

On the days love floated by.

 

Lost to a night

 

The night had nothing to fear; it never could see what the day could fear

 

It was protected by dark; protected from an illumination which would show fears

 

Humans in the day; the antisocial night did never like that

 

Maybe the night would have to face its fear of people

 

A night.

 

A night lighter than a dark

 

Where a strong young lady with a prized body

 

Let herself dance freely as so a young girl

 

Exploring wonders of her nights

 

 

The night was scared of her

 

But in the morning, when she went away….

 

The night felt freed

 

Of human interaction.

 

But then, it longed to see her again

 

 

 

What had happened to its heart?

 

 

Negative Balance of Storm

 

The negative storm, seeming to turn time upside-down

 

Too negative, going backwards away from the positives of the day

 

It creeped through in the sky

 

The negative balance had rained down on the earth, leaving it far away from any positive

 

Outcome of the storm, as the rain gave the land

 

No life to speak of

 

A breath of wet, no longer giving the ground anything to drink.

 

But a breath that choked air into lungs that wanted to get rid of the stormy sky.

 

Deadly breath, negative pushing against positive air. Positive air had seemed to go away in this day

 

When the storm of lost breath rolled in…. A black day

 

Black with no sunrise

 

The psychological impact of black

 

 

Psychological Conjuring…. Black Kiss

 

Creating something out of a mind; it’s an imagination worth preserving after death.

 

That’s what led me to believe death was colourful wonder, shrouded in a black kiss.

 

The kiss, of a so, so pure, childlike love.

 

 

 

Rain?

 

Rage-centred tight-breath deemed ultra-modifier never forgetting to strikingly surge bubbles of fresh breath with anger; aggression of neglect at the dark source of troubled parental upbringing; breath rage into dark youth of tomorrow and today; dark wings fly-throbbing chaos of a wrong heart of the sky;

Sky crying with rage at having to house the dark wings closely; chaos it never felt before in clouds; a gift of a sad dark; no uplifting hope touching softly to heal a sad, sad saddened dark on the clouds

So high, trying to touch an uplifting life; dreamscapes dark sees, but can’t remember how it was ever reached

 

Rain fills it’s boiling with tense rage; dark feels no rainwater

 

Rain with water modified into black raindrops; Dark with rage and hatred for weather;

The rainstorm was unpleasantly changed into something; dark could breathe

 

But dark could not breathe black water

 

 

Fearing (Positive Impact)

 

A fear, to take hold in a hand.

A fear, to take hold in a life.

 

A future, seeing positive impact.

 

Fear, lost

 

 

Fearing (Cycle)

 

A footstep in sand. A fearing day.

A footstep in sand. A fearing night.

 

The beach goes through days, nights of fear.

 

 

Black Vision

 

A black sword…. Pieced in flesh.

 

A darkening vision…. a visual end.

 

At the next day,

 

The day was the same sunshine

It was before

 

The night had changed nothing

 

Never changing a little day.

 

 

She walked to the flesh

She gave it a love

 

 

Buried black, under the earth

 

 

She sees the new day

 

 

 

Alone

 

 

The Next Day

 

The day that passed

 

She lived through the night of the next day’s darkness holding her inside a young place she only dreamed of leaping to joyfully one day that

 

Never did come

 

 

The next day

Lost from sight

 

 

Sunshine

 

 

In and on the streets that blow, someone can be seen walking to a fate they never knew.

 

In the sunshine that made their past, someone can be seen walking with them

 

A colour of life, pouring into the hole that made their heart

 

A forgotten time, remembered by the day’s wind

 

A forgotten memory, alive in the sphere that throws their memories in it

 

If only they can touch it

 

And bring them to an escape, where they will lie in their fields of grass

 

With the one who held their heart

 

A hole, fixed with sunlight

 

A hole fixed with the passage of time, remembered to be forgotten without a death that never happened

 

Something would last forever…. deserving of their better days

 

Remembering what was a hole that was filled with sunshine during those days of their life

 

They left behind, for an escape into the sun, they feel with the one they hold their hand with

 

A future, they can see and vision together, in sunshine.

 

 

Black Cold

 

A night of so black.

The wind and air come in so cold and strong,

Tonight

 

The warmth returns to me

The black cold is calling

 

 

Forgot Air

 

The black vision lets me kiss

 

The night

 

On your breeze.

 

 

A little too cold.

 

 

But wouldn’t that be

 

 

So romantic?

 

 

I forgot air

 

 

 

Thanks Night…. Giving Dark

 

Night giving a sense of colour

To its world

 

“Thanks”

The world outside, around me

 

Says back

 

 

“…. Good night”

 

 

 

A black of night, that lasted well past this boy’s morning.

 

 

He wondered where love was, in his life.

 

 

 

The morning of dark was so without a love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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