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LuJane May 2018
I cry an ocean of woe and anguish
In which my heart sinks

Where it feels all the depths of blue
Where it feels all the waves of you. All the currents of what we tried to be.

It tries to catch glimpses of the sky. The sky with the patches of cotton dreams and silver fantasies.

But the tide is overwhelming. It drags it to the bottom of the worn out promises. Where the seaweed hugs it tightly and refuses to let go. Where the slipperiness of lies and the rotten green of camouflaged thoughts creep into its chambers leaving it heavy and overwhelmed. Full of every thought of you.
  May 2018 LuJane
Malak S
You weren’t supposed to leave me when I needed you the most
My heart bleeding onto the concrete floor, next to that bashed up car and my traumatized thoughts
You weren’t supposed to etch your name into my heart, but you did so anyway
All that’s left is a scar, the platelets unable to clot the pain away
Most nights, I’m stuck in one of my nightmares
They all start with me calling out your name and end with you walking out the door
You weren’t supposed to ask for my heart if you weren’t worthy of its’ keep
But ****, I guess we all ask for things that seem so far out of our reach
I’ve written so much of you
I’ve called the Moon after you,
You have almost become a figment of my imagination, your being almost unobtainable
I’ve built you up so perfectly, no flaw, no imperfection,
And that is the cost of a heart that loves unconditional(ly)
We dive into the ocean, swim deep into the blue, wide eyes at the beauty, no more breaths, we begin to heave,
Our lungs slowly suffocating,
The air, they no longer keep
We drown to save our art, make sure it survives
You were my muse, my everlasting glow
I saw galaxies in your eyes, even though I had multiple of universes in my own
It was simple really,
All I’ve ever wanted was for someone to hold me tight, kiss me when I’m doubtful, say a couple of words to make things right
Act on the pretty verses that laced that pink tongue,
Mean what you say, don’t parade around a handful of indirect lies
See, I have had my heart broken a couple of times.
I have given my being, without batting my eyes
It is time I invested in myself, in order not to falter on broken promises
I have treated carefully through the pieces remaining of my heart,
But I think it’s time I made amends with the parts of me that loved me enough,
That helped me stand up and pull myself out of my slump.
I am more than those who have claimed to ‘love’ me
I am a form of Love,
Maybe one, still in disguise
LuJane May 2018
She was the most majestic quasar i have seen.
Energy so blinding.

Her luminosity screamed in fuchsia and violet. It sang in voluptuous orbits and blissful patterns.

Her edges blended perfectly in the undiluted space. Her hair tangled everywhere. Rays of pinks that exquisitely embraced rays of sumptuous blues. The lustrous collaboration inviting for more genius beauty.

Her enchanting hair concealed her yet most arresting figure. The black hole. Particles streamed away at the speed of light. People running for familiarity, lovers hurtling to the stable planets. But it is there where the universes collide. Where the large-scale density weaves galaxies of vehemence and splendor. Where everything ends. Where everything starts.
a picture of a quasar can help you feel this better.  
https://goo.gl/images/aJBYmc

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