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Feb 4 · 98
Cloud Watching
Atlas Feb 4
Cloud watching. Meaningless shapes turn into life forms of peacocks and squirrels or castles and dragons. Although I know it’s not really there, there’s a sort of serenity in simply existing and seeing the world through a child’s eyes once more.
Once the sky begins to dim into twilight; I’ll head home and fill my sketchbook, fraying at the edges, with what the sky had told me. It’s our secret. Worlds that lay past my grasp but within sight to only me.
And the colors; fiery reds, Periwinkle blues, hues of orange scattered across Lavender skies. As if someone had taken a brush carelessly across the canvas; splattering paint every which way. But there were no worries of perfectionism, for if the clouds were wholly geometrical there would be no place left for imagination.
As the hours pass and my mind wanders I can’t help but feel as if I am floating amongst them, but the streetlights soon dim around me and I hear my mothers voice call for me and once more I am torn back. It never gets easier.
The clouds whisper and the wind whips around me, pulling me back- pleading with me to stay. I make a silent promise to return. And so I do, leaping from my windowsill down to the ground once the world has fallen silent. My heart racing, keeping hand over my mouth. Elation overcomes me as I throw caution to the wind, running as the clouds cry for me and the wind calls my name. Reaching the park, I sit upon the familiar swing. Kicking of the torn-up ground.
Higher and higher I go and all I can see is the endless sky reaching out to embrace me. Clouds now accompanied by shining stars. The moon a faint crescent bouncing light onto the corner of Indigo clouds. Higher and higher- I am sure that if I let go I would join the night. Perhaps as a knight fighting bravely against a fearsome dragon or as a maiden running through fields of yellowing grass.    
Slowly my fingers unwind from the swings cord. First the pointer, lastly the thumb. I am the Skies, the turbulent Clouds. I am the Stars twinkling with glee. I am the Moon knowing of all that remains unsaid.
Jan 6 · 30
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Atlas Jan 6
She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.
Aug 2021 · 421
fireworks
Atlas Aug 2021
under the exploding lights, he promises you the world,
it was a stupid promise.
Jul 2021 · 232
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Atlas Jul 2021
fraying bandages adorn my fingers in place of glistening jewels
May 2021 · 637
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Atlas May 2021
His heart is of gold

It bled so, so easily, though

Apr 2021 · 601
the sun and the moon
Atlas Apr 2021
when the sun rose for the moon
the moon fell for the sun
Apr 2021 · 484
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Atlas Apr 2021
we are naught but a passage in history
to be swept away at the turn of the page
Mar 2021 · 637
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Atlas Mar 2021
of all the many shadows
i am merely one
Mar 2021 · 554
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Atlas Mar 2021
you are... good.
good in a way i think i’ve forgotten how to be.
Feb 2021 · 102
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Atlas Feb 2021
and so the captain stole not only a dance, but the princess’s heart
Feb 2021 · 110
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Atlas Feb 2021
"They are dead," he says.
"And you are alive and have been for eons.
When will you stop walking amongst the ghosts?"
Feb 2021 · 129
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Atlas Feb 2021
the stars stuck to my ceiling
don’t glow in the dark anymore
Feb 2021 · 484
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Atlas Feb 2021
all the city lights combined
would only be half
as bright as you

Jan 2021 · 827
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Atlas Jan 2021
with each page turn,
I wonder if it is me you love
or the book itself
Jan 2021 · 1.8k
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Atlas Jan 2021
i know that i will never truly be human,
but you make me want to try
Dec 2020 · 123
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Atlas Dec 2020
you were not meant to be a dying star,
not when you could burn as brightly as the sun
Dec 2020 · 130
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Atlas Dec 2020
the winter steals away summer’s breath
Dec 2020 · 110
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Atlas Dec 2020
the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love
Dec 2020 · 103
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Atlas Dec 2020
we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands
Dec 2020 · 121
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Atlas Dec 2020
everything and nothing shifts all at once
Dec 2020 · 92
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Atlas Dec 2020
his lips press against my own
somewhere in the universe,
supernovas explode,
and the impact echos in my core
Dec 2020 · 541
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Atlas Dec 2020
the sky is crushing my shoulders
yet they watch and tell me to
brace my knees
Dec 2020 · 166
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Atlas Dec 2020
He is beautiful,
an Aphrodite made of marble and stars,
drops of the ocean captured for the
crystalline blue of his eyes.

Dec 2020 · 78
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Atlas Dec 2020
”You make me feel more alive than ever,”

“And I am afraid that I make you feel nothing at all.”

Dec 2020 · 91
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Atlas Dec 2020
i was made to love you
Nov 2020 · 94
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Atlas Nov 2020
I don’t want it all to be about you anymore.
Nov 2020 · 112
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Atlas Nov 2020
is the Moon still in love with the Sun?
Nov 2020 · 82
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Atlas Nov 2020
come with me and i’ll show you the stars
Oct 2020 · 681
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Atlas Oct 2020
The world feels impossible to bear right now.
Oct 2020 · 125
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Atlas Oct 2020
loving you sounds like lots of fun
Oct 2020 · 547
Angels
Atlas Oct 2020
God must hate me
If he allowed me to
Fall in love with
One of his angels
Sep 2020 · 110
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Atlas Sep 2020
I love you but I don’t want you
Aug 2020 · 2.6k
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Atlas Aug 2020
We’ve got a sky full of diamonds
And you expect me to sleep?
Jul 2020 · 437
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Atlas Jul 2020
I don’t want the world
Nor the moon
Or stars

I want you
Jun 2020 · 138
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Atlas Jun 2020
It’s okay to be the clouds or the stars
Instead of the moon or sun
Jun 2020 · 165
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Atlas Jun 2020
The three of them,
They are
The sun,
Stars,
And
The moon
Jun 2020 · 137
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Atlas Jun 2020
I abso-*******-lutley want to freaking **** myself at the moment
Jun 2020 · 148
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Atlas Jun 2020
Even angels would fall for you
Jun 2020 · 149
Roads
Atlas Jun 2020
Take me to a place
Even the roads cannot follow
Jun 2020 · 171
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Atlas Jun 2020
Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind
Jun 2020 · 94
Indescribable
Atlas Jun 2020
His lashes fluttered open and greeted him with the sight of her laying firmly against him. Golden rays of light peeking through the curtains, illuminating her soft features. He couldn’t possibly resist taking a closer look. So he peered down at her, auburn eyes swimming with an indescribable feeling, one too powerful to simply be described as love. No, it was a feeling that welled up inside him, threatening to burst as he attempted to keep it inclosed behind a smile. It was warm, sometimes fiery and he couldn’t stop himself from coming closer and closer even if he would burn. This feeling was far too powerful to be described with a mere four letter word. He could say he loves her, but no matter how many times he repeated it it could never possibly encompass this sentiment of his. And so, he decided to let it remain unspoken, for, silence speaks louder than words after all.
Jun 2020 · 83
The Tides
Atlas Jun 2020
She hung there. Suspense thick in the air as she clung by her fingertips. Figures hazily rushing towards her, their cries muffled by the roar of the irate sea beneath her. Lashes fluttered, eyes teary as the wind whipped about her loosening her grip further. Her fingers went slack. Stinging and discolored after hanging onto the serrated edge of the cliff for far too long. As she fell, hair lashing about her, limbs limp, she gave in. For even she knew, the ocean could not be sated. It would take what it wants and leave behind nothing but bitter memories of what once was. Acknowledging this brought acceptance. After all, who was she to refuse the turbulent tides wishes? The waves reached up towards her, similar to cold harsh hands grasping her body and pulling her further and further in. Even the diminishing sunlight was not allowed where she was headed. It brought an odd sort of comfort, knowing that at least she could catch a glimpse of Poseidon’s palace before she went. What a fool she was to think something so breathtaking could never be so chilling and ferocious.
May 2020 · 138
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Atlas May 2020
How can you expect me to think
Much less speak
After even a glance
From your tiredly beautiful eyes?
May 2020 · 111
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Atlas May 2020
Why is it
That I hate
The feeling
Of this
Heart
Beating
?
May 2020 · 127
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Atlas May 2020
My mind has consumed my being
May 2020 · 124
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Atlas May 2020
I’d like to kiss you
If that’s alright?
May 2020 · 95
Again
Atlas May 2020
It won’t be like last time
It will never be like last time
Never again
May 2020 · 102
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Atlas May 2020
You’ve always left wounds to fester.
May 2020 · 128
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Atlas May 2020
I’m in a better place now
I don’t know if it’ll last long
But at least now I know
I can do it alone
May 2020 · 167
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Atlas May 2020
Love is not a complicated word
And yet it caused all this trouble
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