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The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves.
It’s always there, watching, steadfast knowing us in our light and dark moments
changing forever just as we do.
Every day it’s a different version of itself.
Sometimes weak and wan
sometimes strong and full of light.
The moon understands what it means to be human.
Cratered by imperfections.
Jaxon Thomas Sep 21
World plagued with
Shadows of White-
And the Sun's rotting hands
of Contempt and Desire!

It's a cold, swinging fire
The shades dance the night
Before that daybreaking light,
Before that ever-blinding sight
That stiffens muck and mire
And the sick bring the light higher

How many of us
Are not to grow old?
Come of age,
We learn to Despise

Nothing in the eyes,
When Midas touched Marigold
Just as legend has foretold;
How did she grow so cold?
Even the brightest flower dies-
No more beauty in the lies
Jaxon Thomas Sep 9
Buzz, from a distance beyond
And it comes by- a fly
As its hours; they do fly along.

Peaceful and mellow,
In my lush, green meadow

And the fly; it hears the breeze sing.

He lands, and he snaps
And his life- soon to fly by
For that thing; it has broken its back.

A wonderful, marvelous, magnetism
And 'twas a sweet sound, in its rhyme and its rhythm?
And the fly trap; it boasts and it clings.
Jaxon Thomas Sep 1
From the corner, you'll say hi,
Right before it all unwinds,
Under black skies,
Leave- I'll never say goodbye
In the center, all alone
Because you just come and go
If you'll never call it home.

I would never even know,
For you would never show
As you're just like a crow
Blank; neither friend nor foe
Your hypocrisy,
My apostasy,
With my cure for insanity.
Jaxon Thomas Aug 6
Perhaps not a place to grow,
But a place to go,
A place to call my own

A place I'll never call home.
Jaxon Thomas Jul 30
"Time," what does it mean,
You can't focus, if you must
Tell yourself to breathe

Little things, you feed
A living being exists,
Only if you bleed.
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