Miley-Auraux - Hello Poetry

The sky turned navy, while saltwater dreams threaded through shipwrecks on the sea floor Darkness haunted the ruins like ink-stained ghosts and you couldn't see the stars under the waves and the jellyfish and the rust because we were all too scared to swim away from the familiar, beautiful nauseating darkness Our footsteps were heavy, as if we were weighted down by bricks The ethereal electricity of the ocean's embrace dragged wandering pieces of thought back into consciousness as the fading stars left our veins flowing a broken-watercolor-aquamarine Dawn began to dust the clouds with her coral-rose blush light rained down on fluttering eyelashes so we became moths, flinging ourselves onto street-lamps and into fires and through windows of hearts The jellyfish drowned in its own phosphor and up we fell

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

Jellyfish don't get amnesia

The sky turned navy, while saltwater dreams threaded through shipwrecks on the sea floor Darkness haunted the ruins like ink-stained ghosts and you couldn't see the stars under the waves and the jellyfish and the rust because we were all too scared to swim away from the familiar, beautiful nauseating darkness Our footsteps were heavy, as if we were weighted down by bricks The ethereal electricity of the ocean's embrace dragged wandering pieces of thought back into consciousness as the fading stars left our veins flowing a broken-watercolor-aquamarine Dawn began to dust the clouds with her coral-rose blush light rained down on fluttering eyelashes so we became moths, flinging ourselves onto street-lamps and into fires and through windows of hearts The jellyfish drowned in its own phosphor and up we fell

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Blurred roaring sidewalks bordered empty highways and in the name of regret I forgot that my mother told me to say "I'm sorry" instead of "I hate you" Didn't matter you couldn't tell the difference anyways because it was too dark to see tears Pooled up in the corner of my eyes star-drops in a dim constellation San Fransisco was foggy that day with every breath the world ever took from my lungs and you couldn't see through it But god, was it breathtaking, ha Then they declared me a traffic hazard, so we went on break for a day I should've known that sailboats were prone to leaking like hearts that someone went stabby-stabby at We were soaked in the scent of rose thorns, and-The Pandora's Box-we put our faith in something unknown What were we thinking-- jumped off the side and expected to fly There's a light at the end of the tunnel, they say I'm lost and well it's rather impossible to find the North Star when your sky is so caliginous

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC

it might make more sense if you read it to me

Blurred roaring sidewalks bordered empty highways and in the name of regret I forgot that my mother told me to say "I'm sorry" instead of "I hate you" Didn't matter you couldn't tell the difference anyways because it was too dark to see tears Pooled up in the corner of my eyes star-drops in a dim constellation San Fransisco was foggy that day with every breath the world ever took from my lungs and you couldn't see through it But god, was it breathtaking, ha Then they declared me a traffic hazard, so we went on break for a day I should've known that sailboats were prone to leaking like hearts that someone went stabby-stabby at We were soaked in the scent of rose thorns, and-The Pandora's Box-we put our faith in something unknown What were we thinking-- jumped off the side and expected to fly There's a light at the end of the tunnel, they say I'm lost and well it's rather impossible to find the North Star when your sky is so caliginous

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Sometimes I think I'm obsessed with happiness Or At least I think I should be Don't normal people always obsess Over the things they don't have?

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC

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Sometimes I think I'm obsessed with happiness Or At least I think I should be Don't normal people always obsess Over the things they don't have?

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A soft blue sky Hidden behind velvet curtains of broken clouds Rows of sparrows, skylines, and street lamps Hummed songs and horizons And she's just another silhouette Standing beside a perfectly painted background of faux splendor.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC

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A soft blue sky Hidden behind velvet curtains of broken clouds Rows of sparrows, skylines, and street lamps Hummed songs and horizons And she's just another silhouette Standing beside a perfectly painted background of faux splendor.

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The light of the sunset Passed through the window Filtering through the glass music box That you bought for me Because it played my favorite song And struck me In my eyes For a moment I was blinded But then I remembered That so was love And decided to try desperately blinking the sunlight away. It reminded me too much of you And how I never wanted to see you again.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC

Too vivid for my own good.

The light of the sunset Passed through the window Filtering through the glass music box That you bought for me Because it played my favorite song And struck me In my eyes For a moment I was blinded But then I remembered That so was love And decided to try desperately blinking the sunlight away. It reminded me too much of you And how I never wanted to see you again.

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We stood together On the empty street Two ghosts Holding hands Deafening heartbeats in sync As our watercolor shadows intertwined into the light.

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC

The disillusions and the disillusioned