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Imagine utopia!
Your mind lit up like a christmas tree
unable to hide a single thing
at mercy to the powers that be

Come on were talking telepathy!
A fundamental algorithm indeed
they'll sell it, they'll push it, they'll force it?
guess we'll just have to wait and see

How exciting!
May be we'll be the ones
may be your kids or their kids
but one thing is quite clear

We are all Lab Rats running the wheel.
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Caitlin Drew
You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too ******* unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.

You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.

But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single ******* word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.

Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Robyn
Late
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Robyn
It's getting late
And I'm pining for my home
It's far too late
And I'm all alone

A door has opened
To let me through
But how can I
Can I get to you?
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Lily Mills
Words cannot describe the way I feel.
feel.feel.feel?

                     fell?
Fall. I have fallen.
There's no turning back now.
I am alone.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
fall? fell? feel?
How do I feel again?
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Lily Mills
This monochrome life is nothing without your light.
The colors pour from your finger tips as you frolic about.
The carelessness of your touch creates new brilliance.
To tame you would be detrimental, but to free you would be exquisite.
They try to hide you away and hinder the  beauty
you could create with their monochrome ideals.
Monotone voices and monochrome people,
surrounding and clustered
to catch a glimpse of such a sight is like
watching the soft sun light trickle through the tree tops.
The beauty you are able to expel is like no other you love in spite of everything else.
You shed your light on the cruelest of nights.
Paint the colors of life into everything you see,
and strip away the melancholy of everyday routines.
So happy so lovely so free.
It's time to color our lives withe the beauty of of our imagination...
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Lily Mills
Someday,
when this world isn't so grey
and these skies pass me by.
When all of these worries say good bye...
Someday when the earth stops falling from between these fingers,
and these tears fall far away...
When blue eyes take over my sky
Falling into the dark black night
where my nightmares begin.
Someday when we lay there surveying our past ... When aging speeds
and the heart slows to that final moment.
Ending with one synchronized exhale...
Into the shadows,
into this worlds earth,
into the forever of our never
when we go into the light...
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Lily Mills
And in the end,
we all end up as just another name on the inside cover of a text book...
Nothing but a distant memory,
to be swept under the rug of history.
 Nov 2012 Ayeglasses
Lily Mills
Who's to say what's
Real or not?

What is fact and
Fiction?

Where is the line
Where fiction becomes
Reality?

Is reality not what we
Make of it?

Do we not live in the
Condensations
Of millions, billions of Imaginations?

Are our dreams
Reality?
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