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Lola Sparks Nov 2018
Does holding hands across the room still count?
Do you feel my pulse as I hold tightly to your ghost hand?
Does the pain of one heart break weigh enough to change a persons heart?
Can love be as powerful during the throws as it is in the soft but cold end?
If love's end feels as heavy as a mountain, is it worth it to push?
Are you helping yourself or hurting yourself?
How can you ever know which does which?
If I turn your mind into a window, will you gaze through it in bewilderment?
Can't you feel what I feel anymore?
Can being composed hurt more than having a complete breakdown?
Are my feelings not allowed?
Can I look into your eyes for once, and not cry?
The fireworks bursting in your eyes, made me feel alive.
You have the heart of a sunwarrior and the brain of an earth sage.
I hope this poem helps you on your way.
Lola Sparks Oct 2018
You're like a shiny seashell that I found at the beach, You were glimmering in all the right ways, your light shimmered under the waves, you were absolute in your making, remarkable in your sinking, your color was so vibrant and brilliant your reflected light shined into astonishing dimensions of light, deep shades of multi-colored light hit the water that surrounded, down in your own depths as you lie under the waves of the ocean; you were still, you were purely beautiful.
Lola Sparks Jul 2017
I come from a place of melody and grace
A place where turtles can run
Where trees can fly
A place all mine
Come, join me sometime
End the vibrations
End the race
Life is to be enjoyed
Not over indulged with noise
I am a flower
In loves atmosphere
I flourish
I live here
I am no toursit
Lola Sparks Jul 2017
Oil greed
Make earth bleed
Has a wide lead
Infront of the planet's need
To breathe
To be
Breathe me in
Clean my sin
Step away from our greed
The oil filling up your needs
Drowing the seas
Killing the leaves on the trees
Oil greed
It's a tainted seed
Lola Sparks Jul 2017
Humans jump in slow motion from one point to the next in such a cosmically quick rate our thoughts feelings and ideas begin not to matter as we are as insignificant as the jump from cavemen to modern scientists. On our human level that may seem servere, but on a grandeur view we are but blinks of life swirling on our axis of injustice and immorality
Poetry is subjective.
Lola Sparks Jul 2017
R.i.p. my lost queen of the stars
Break into my lungs foul being of time
Gravity is the anomaly that holds me
Forever I am king of my darkened space
Forever I am drinking in her cosmos energy
As beautiful colors spiral in and out of time
She is the center, the beginning to my end
I am her star dealer
She is my stardust inhaler
When we mix she sings of desire
Her voice is what gets me higher
Lola Sparks Jul 2017
As my love grew louder
My mind opened to the possibility of a new life.
My heart wants to keep singing
My brain wants to stop screaming
The implications of love are much more sincere
Than actual factual feelings on paper
Crying and screaming
Lying and stealing
breaks don't work
Legs don't start
I need to follow my heart
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