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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!
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!
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
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
As the days pass
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
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!
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….
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
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.
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
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!
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
A footstep in sand. A fearing day.
A footstep in sand. A fearing night.
The beach goes through days, nights of fear.
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
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
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.
A night of so black.
The wind and air come in so cold and strong,
The warmth returns to me
The black cold is calling
The black vision lets me kiss
On your breeze.
A little too cold.
But wouldn’t that be
I forgot air
Thanks Night…. Giving Dark
Night giving a sense of colour
To its world
The world outside, around me
“…. 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