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Tossing stars out the window
In order to create a picture
Just like a pencil or a marker
The images create a mixture

Such as This, Which is a Paint Pan
Holds Color Inside of it's Paint Pan
Colors, Colors, they surround us all
Most of us don't notice, so our Worlds Fall

Colors Colors, they exist within
So that we may exist with them
 Dec 2017 ChrisJoeMiller
Louise
do we really have to know depth to realize we can drown?
do we really have to get hurt to realize there's pain?
do we really have to see things perish to realize time is limited?
do we really have to be torn to pieces to realize we're fragile?

there's so much we don't know,
there's so much we refuse to know,
destruction, death, oblivion,
we all end to nothingness.
If we suffer still, why not live according to your will.
 Dec 2017 ChrisJoeMiller
Samantha
There are many things
We don't know are real.
From scientific theories
To the forever concealed.
What could be false,
And what could be true?
If you were to ask me,
Humanity never knew.

First up in my list are pretty unicorns,
With majestic manes and glittery horns.
Nobody's ever found one, maybe nobody will
But that won't stop some from trying, still.

Next on the list is maybe the ghosts,
Transparent and spirited, the one of which most
People believe in, but I am not sure
If they can be real. We'll keep searching for more.

Third one's the charm, please meet Bigfoot!
Is he really as real as the fireplace soot?
But if you're a hunter, please beware,
Killing him's illegal in Washington... how rare!

Mermaids are next, at the fourth spot.
When it comes to my reasons, I know quite a lot.
5% of the oceans is all we've explored,
So they might be out there, trapped forevermore.

Last but not least, and this statement's quite bold:
We can never prove the existence of the soul.
What does it look like? Where does it go?
Those are some things I'd like to know.

There are many things
We don't know are real.
From scientific theories
To the forever concealed.
What could be false,
And what could be true?
If you were to ask me,
Humanity never knew.
You can't prove something to not exist.
Your kindness blows me away
I really hope you’re here to stay
Unlike all the rest
You really are the best

I don’t give a ****
If I’ve used all my luck
Because you’re not like all the rest
You really are the best

I love you to bits
And not just for kicks
I try to forget the past
As I don’t have a mask
But you are not like all the rest
You are the very best

I love you and
I will endeavour
to make this
last forever
The Heart is a Candle
As Long as it can be Lit
There is still Good in your Heart
The Untrue are the Wind
and the Wax is the Truth
To Treat someone else like a Candle
With the Flame of the Heart
Is to Treat Someone with Trueness
a Raven to the Pearl
So Let the Candle Wicks Burn
All the Many, and Many More
Light a Path for those Weary
Of this World
People
Have told me
that loneliness is a heavy thing
That it sits in your lungs
It ways you down, dragging you

But my  loneliness is a bird
And it lifts me
It lives in my hollow bones

I am traped in an empty sky
The strom pushes me higher
Further from the ground
And I am lost to the night
Forgotten again
You told me you wanted me
You told me you needed me
That's how you covered my eyes so I couldn't see
You told me you care
You told me you'd all ways be there
But as soon as he came back you disappeared
I gave you everything
For you I did anything
I gave you all my time
But I ignored all the signs
I didn't want to believe it
Now I'm here without ****
I feel so stupid
I'm not even sad I'm just so ******
I thought you where my lady
But I didn't see you where being shady
You weren't honest and I don't know why
And I just fell for your beautiful lie......
It's our time
The sublime
Rhyme and reason
We season this reality with words instead of thyme:
Both are medicinal
Antiseptic chemicals to keep away the grime


                   *Don't tell me any different


                Bare witness to the gift of bliss that is *expression

                       Words can increase life expectancy in the midst of depression
             They can get back at those who hurt you without using a weapon
            Or refresh your mental image when you're feeling less than

They form legacies and dedications
Eulogies and congratulations
They give everything in existence an identity
Even the most ****** obscenities

Words are life and words are love
Words even form this silly cheesy stuff

       **To everyone feeling poetic, I have but one question
      What's one way, while writing, your life has been blessed in?

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