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Celestial Sep 2020
What would you say to someone while introducing them to a game, after they were just tramitized by you?
Sorry is not an option.
Celestial Sep 2020
I gave you a word.
What did you expect from it?
I expected myself to live up to it.
Now I know I'm not.
Is the word meaningless?
Or am I.
Celestial Sep 2020
It is my Itch
Chip
Cold
THING on my shoulder.
Gripping it like a skeletal
Deathly
Dark
HAND of prosperity.
Pushing and pulling in hasty
Everlasting
Errored
DIRECTIONS for this life.
Making it the joyless
Frustrating
Fretful
ROAD I travel on.
Ungrateful words
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.
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