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 May 2013 Angel Moore
Nick Durbin
The eerie existence of a simple moment,
           Small and finite, yet full of pretentious meaning...
                                   Simply crossing through dimensions -
                       Almost systemiatically defining life,
           Clarity amongst a constant ibid of chaotic misdirection.
Leaving us with profound instances of life,
                                                                       death,
                                                                            love and loss...
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Ting-Jun
We drank,
the alcohol burning our throats and our veins.
We smoked,
the nicotine fogging our minds and our hurt.
We acted as though we ruled the world,
we were young and reckless,
we thought time had nothing on our youth,
we thought ourselves immortal and invincible.
But at some stage or another,
we realised just how insignificant we were,
and how ignorant our actions had been.
We sobbed,
the sound hurting our ears and our hearts.
We cut,
the blood staining our skin and our lives.
 May 2013 Angel Moore
AM
Youth
 May 2013 Angel Moore
AM
I miss the times when
Playground slides grazed the clouds
Teddy bears could talk
And crayons created masterpieces

Why try to grow up so fast
When youth
Is so magical
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Nick Durbin
We are married to the Earth in an endless dance,
Floating through the abyss of life,
Imagining adventures with the stars -
Using the universe as our stage.
"Cratered with imperfections. We are the moon." - Lacus Crystalthorn
She inspired this poem with her words. :)
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Nick Durbin
You have now stripped me to my bones..
Bare, bruised and battered,
Left alone; undone -
I have but few words remaining -

I love you, and this will be my last breath of you...

Turning from you now, as you have turned from me,
Each step distancing our once solidified foundation -
A rising fire, extinguished by an unforeseen ending,
I no longer will await the day you had promised...
For these futile thoughts of us will fade,
Our love whither -
Our love perish -

Simply put...
This is good bye.
 May 2013 Angel Moore
Nick Durbin
I sit, perched upon this star -
Watching the world change; evolve,
Sculpted in time, as if by the hands of Michelangelo,
Morphing this vacant, plain stone - into a beautifully crafted masterpiece.

— The End —