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The news said:
"It's entirely likely,
in fact, it's more likely,
that we are living in a simulation."

The circus and the chorus lines
are just for the architect's amusement.
When the leotards on the high wire
fall, he laughs the hardest.

Measuring the moon with his hands,
does anyone knows its' circumference?
"If someone can measure the moon,
we are better off."

Everyone forgets
the fallen artist,
and stares at the moon.
Some shout indiscriminately.

Three engineers
create a proof,
that creates an equation,
that is widely believed
for the next 100 years, before
proven later to be false.

The artist nurses his broken knee.
"Can't anyone see I'm suffering?"
Everyone stares at the moon.
 Nov 2017 Sarah Anuar
Marco Amora
I chase the pretty things in life
that leave me

I bike towards sunsets that
Flee towards twilight
And seek smiles that bury themselves
Into melancholy hearts

Silently I creep towards
Dreams that play in technicolor slides
That hold pictures of you and I
Trapped in yesterday’s dreams

And we dance and we sway
In the white chocolate moonlight
Till you gently fade away
Along with the night

I wish upon the morning
And all its stars to keep
My lonely heart busy enough
To keep from missing you

And to hope and faith
And light and shadow
And love and its sisters
I pray

That you may never curse a heart
As harshly
As cruelly
As truly
As you did mine
Written during one of the greatest sunsets I've ever witnessed
I think I have double vision
When I look at you
I see the real you and the fake you
I see how you feel about me
But I also see the facade you try to show me

Why are there two sides of you
Why can’t there just simply be you
With no disguise and fabricated exterior
That you leave for the naive and gullible people

Well, I won’t have it
I see through your bluffs and your veil
So don’t expect me to love you
Because if I am to love you
I want to love you for you
And not this mirage you display
A walk on the beach
dinner beneath the moon,
stargazing on a blanket
loving to a slow tune.

Home cooked meals
made by our own hands,
if you clear the table
I'll do the pots and pans.

You pop the popcorn
I’ll pick out a movie or two,
cuddling on the couch
is what I really want to do.

Kiss in the rain
a drive to the coast,
a morning in bed
enjoying jam and toast.

Taking the dogs for walks
or a day at the county fair,
these are only just a few
things with you, I want to share.
i want to live
that's a lie
i want to die
it doesn't matter
the pain i feel
has become too real
the brightness in my life
has quickly gone away
the darkness
overcame me
the love in my life
slipped through my fingers
the sadness
took over
the light
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean—
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
 Sep 2017 Sarah Anuar
Traveler
How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!
In every little thing you do
Be fair and true
Not only for others good.
For what you sow, the world gives to you.
More than the seed you can hold,
Your harvest in multiple folds.


From the top, the ground is hard to see.
The ground is where we slept,
Where we dreamt,
And lept;
In hope to find our strength.
Up, you are today,
Heed, is all i'll say.
For next time you fall to the ground
It may be in the cold hands of death.
Heed.
Yes, you can do it
You have it in you
Just believe in yourself
And put your heart into everything you do
Remove self-doubt
Make your world bright
Accentuate grand thoughts
Guide your way towards the light
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