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Celestial Sep 2020
Why am I to be saved?
The nothingness I produce,
Could never measure to,
The love I have received.
Knowing all choices made.
The worth always questioned.
Middle ground ending in no man's land?
What's infront of me but a void of,
Decisions.
Celestial Sep 2020
Arching to touch the ground.
A flexible object,
The tension fixing on the centering point.
A flexible object,
Pulled down at both ends.
A flexible object,
Waiting to stretch out.
A flexible object,
Snaps into two.
Celestial Sep 2020
So nice to have met you...
Here you see only this,
In the void darkness creates.
Wishing to be warm,
This moves around.
Can you feel warmth around you?
Or is it a cone of perspective, drawing.
Knowing the ever changing nature,
I fear the touch.
Letting it linger above me,
I waste to dust below.
Celestial Sep 2020
Watch it!
You may be able to tower.
But I can flower.
Growing, with my roots.
Only to be stomped by your boots.
Enough!
What will make you crouch.
Should I grouch?
I see your strength.
Without any length.
Stay!
I want balance,
How do I gain your alliance?
My beautiful petals,
Are no match for your metals.
Alone.
The fault was mine.
I own no dime.
No more petals, just a stem.
I was no gem.
Honestly don't know why they always end like this.
Celestial Sep 2020
Is it a distance?
Can all of this be just a way to move forward.
It seems to be just one place, one circumstance.
Will take my life through to a goal?
How many accomplishments can I get out of myself.
Will there be moment I can live through and know that was what my meaning was?
To the reader, doubt will not be the answer.
My cookies have not been good lately.
Celestial Jul 2020
I am disgusted.
The anger twords myself.
I can not think of anything more than you.

My wish is to endlessly touch you.
Pleasing at first,
grabbing me off the shelf.
Fingertips across what was busted.

We both trusted.
Our hearts would always be their self.
I am wanting you.

I have you.
Dealing with world itself.
So I keep the ideas untested.

We have not rested.
Keep the demons to themselves!
Willing to **** them all with you.
This is an exaggeration of frustrations in the morning from the night.
Celestial Jul 2020
Ah! The intellectual I see,
Could it be that I am real?
Or should I be a seal?
Would you question me?

No! I am uneducated,
The ill manners,
For my planners.
Hopefully not duplicated.

My interests of passion,
Get me heated in the moment.
Is this the key for my development,
Or the fission

All things come from such a bang.
However, I don't think they are ready.
No one could be that steady.
"I will keep my peace!" She sang.
Keeping a moment pleasant.
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