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Atlas Apr 2020
Before I fall
Hug me close
And kiss me under
The Sakura petals
Please don’t forget
To look at me
The way you do
Before I fall
Once more
Atlas Jun 2019
Before you go...
Could you please hug me
One last time?
Can you hold my hand in yours?
Could you please kiss me
Just one last time?
Can you please remind me
That you loved me
One last time?
Atlas Sep 2019
Although I love you
It’s better that we’re through
Atlas Jun 2019
It was my birthday the other day
I don't feel any different
I guess I expected to feel older
More mature
Put together
Whole
But god d * mmit
I'm as f * cked up as I was the day before
Atlas Feb 2020
My sadness does not
Make me empty.
Not even close

It fills me to the brim
With fiery anger
And painful frustration

From the fact that
I am the only one
Left in recluse


And nobody will take the time
To bother to tell me why

So no I’m not empty,
Far from it
I am determined
And I am bitter

One day you will recognize me
And until then

I don’t have the time to be empty
Atlas Jul 2019
All of this is
My heart's fault
The **** thing
Never seems to
Work right
Atlas Sep 2019
And I will
Never
Gaze
Upon
Your
Blinding
Beauty
Again
Atlas Jul 2019
We
       Only
                 Breathe
                              For
                       ­               So
                                            Lon­g
                                                       .
Atlas Jan 2020
I seem
To have
Forgotten
How to
Breathe
Atlas Feb 2020
The candle sputtered
The flame flaring up
Attempting to escape
From it's everlasting
Perch on the wick
Before it finally
Died out
Atlas Sep 2019
Can we be best friends in love dear
Can we grow old together?
I wanna be by your side for the years and years to come
Can we fall like feathers
Falling softly for one another
I wanna be here for you through the good and the bad my love

-Abbey Glover
Atlas Mar 2020
She lived and died with the cherry blossoms
She came to me blossoming in the spring
Only to brittle and fall away again in the fall
Atlas Sep 2019
I let out a sigh of relief
A little dizzy from holding my breath
Breathing sure is a chore around you!
Atlas Jun 2019
A cigarette hangs from the boys lips
Ash falling to the floor
Smoke rising into the air
It blinds his eyes
And clogs his lungs
He is bent over tears streaming
A cacophony of coughs
He doesn't regret taking a smoke
It's his own type of self harm
To be in pain as he watches himself wilt away
Atlas Sep 2019
She dreamed of a castle
Buried in white
Shining crystals hanging
And ice cold snow
As far as she could see

She ran down the hall
Feet thumping across
Cold stone floors
And threw open
The castle door

Clutching her heart
She fell onto
The stinging ice as
Despair overtook her
As she realized

She  
Was
All
Alone

Atlas Jul 2019
I make and repair clocks
Yet often I find myself
Trying to forget the time
Atlas Feb 2022
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.
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