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the sky is in flames
            velvet to the touch.
in this glossed world of chaos,
            i am the three shades of blue you will never see.
there are parts of me
pulled from me.
i am a streetlight,
an old pipe,
           running water into sewers.
the dichotomy between us exists
when what plagues me cannot plague you.

there are spaces in you
vastly different from everyone else.
there are clouds of grief
sitting in your stomach
           no one else can ever stomach.
        ––yet you pulled away from you
        is still you, though slightly diluted.

our worlds are ending in different phases,
i see the sky is in flames
               velvet to the touch;
you and i are standing under the same sun
with different shadows covering our own regrets.

And away they go
The tender few
A voyage they
cannot return from

Eternal sleep
That beautiful soul
Relieved of all
hues and form

Embodied no more
Ever so impersonal
A life lived not full

And of families
and acquaintances
And memories left behind
The gentle face is no more !
**** depression. It has consumed way too many.
I built a magic time machine
I tinkered through the night
I erected it with art and skill
I knew I had it right!

Off I went on this fun flight
In my bubble made of gloss
I saw the future and the past
Then found that I was lost!

I saw the moments where I'd failed
I'd hurt my loved ones dear!
I saw the future bleak and dark
And viewed it with great fear

I tried to change the things I'd done
And found that I could not!
I practiced on the future, too
Was frozen to the spot!

I found the present compromised
Came back to my square bed
The empty place between my ears
The space inside my head

I learned a precious lesson
All that I can say
Is once you're off in time machines

You're vacant from TODAY!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/31/2016
Inspired by Megan H

-
The big man upstairs
Once and for all
Disabused me of the notion
That he was in fact
God himself

And just my landlord
Living on the top floor
Yelling at me
Through the wall
That my rent is overdue
BLT's new challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word of the day, disabuse.
Just know when you are lost
   and have nowhere to go;
       when you whisper,
and not even the echo rings.
      you will feel my love;
  feel my skin, feel my touch.
        and hear back;
   I'm here.

-Here
Oak
If you want to be an oak,
think like an oak,
not like an acorn.
Another year comes to pass
And I turn inwards to reflect.
My fragile memories seem of glass
And I search for moments to regret.

Yet as much I seek greener grass,
An involuntary gratitude I beget;
For this lesson isn't found in any class:
That this fleeting life is all we get.
Soar high above the clouds,
And reach up for the sky;
Where dreams are everything,
And everything is you and I.
I'm looking at
the night sky above.

*Do I still know your heart?
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