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BlueAliceOasis Aug 2015
All Day
I could stay by the window
Listening and watching
Clear gray skies
And the fall of the rain
On a Summer's day.
BlueAliceOasis Jul 2015
Like a child who drew
Rain and Clouds
On a dusty window
On a clear and sunny day.
Inspired by a poem on this site called Optimist.
BlueAliceOasis Jul 2015
Sometimes, I'm just like
"Is the fan even on?
I feel the vibrations of its movement
In my ears
But I don't feel it".
Does the fan even work?
Does fan even exist?
BlueAliceOasis Jun 2015
I remember when we were One,
Me and you.
Together, us, inseperable
Before it all.

Catastrophe.
War, that killed,
Emotions, people, our love.
That split us into one,
Two, three, four
All the same
We are no more.

No longer is our love,
My love.
We are individuals.
We are many.

We have lost us.
And we've lost ourselves.
Before we became
Ourselves.
BlueAliceOasis May 2015
"I don't know", I always say.
" Do you know ANYTHING??"
"Yes. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice".
This is truth.
  May 2015 BlueAliceOasis
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Dear World,

Today is
   The day I
      Break down the walls.

Today is
   The day I
      Breathe it all in.

Today is
   The day I
      Open my heart.

Today is
   The day I
               LIVE.

For so long
I have barricaded myself
Behind the thickest of masks,
And now it is time
For it to fall

No longer a
Nameless face,
A lost human,
A waste of space

Today is
   The day I
      Learn to fly!

                                             -Boy*



Boy,

Today is
   The day I
      Break your heart in two.

Today is
   The day I
      Let reality suffocate you.

Today is
   The day I
     Close your mind.

Today is
   The day your aspirations
                                       DIE.

For I am
To harden your heart
I will leave you rejected
With no hope
Of ever belonging.
Draw the mask
Back over your face
This is not a place
For being yourself.

Today is
   The day I
      Permanently break your wings.

                                                               -World
BlueAliceOasis May 2015
I love being free.
To be no longer bound
By the Rail is freedom.
To be slowed down no longer
By protection.

But to be free.
No longer bound by the rail.
Openly prone to harm and danger.
Is to be no longer bound
By the Rail.
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