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Boxed up memories collect dust in the attic
Concealed in the corner behind shattered glass
Reflections of people seen through hazy static
Remember the reason you chose to forget

--Christian J. Clark
I know a secret.

Come close & I will tell you.
Come close & I will whisper it in your ear.

The desert is full of desserts.

Look up & you will see!
Look up!

Bubblegum sunsets embrace the horizon
As clouds of cotton candy sweeten the sky
Dark chocolate syrup soaks through blue slowly
And sugary stars start to sprinkle the night

The desert if full of desserts,
But no body knows it.

No body knows it,
Except for you.
Except for me.

-Christian J. Clark
This sober sky is a bleak reminder of the mistake I made--
I spread my wings, flew away, and left you on the ground.

Well flying leads to falling through the spaces in between,
I screamed away the pain and now I'm dancing in the clouds.

But somewhere out there you still exist -- outside my mind you still exist.
And somewhere out there you're still breathing-- your lungs still drink the air .

--Christian J. Clark
Written in the wake of my regret as I reflected on my decision to let go of someone I had loved.
In this world, you live asleep like the dead
Distorted dreams through a prism unclean
The colors your see are not what they seem
How can you see with your eyes wide shut?

Kiss the demons at their feet
Praise them for their artful lies
Let them lull you back to sleep
Singing sweet dark lullabies

In mundo vivunt, somno velut mortui
A deformato per somnium inmundum carcer
See your colores non sunt quod videntur
Quomodo clausis oculis vestris wide?

Osculamini pedes eorum daemonum
Laus eorum est artificiosa
Ipsi vos ad somnum otium
Cantus dulcis tenebris lullabies

--Christian J. Clark
Most of the world exists beneath the surface.
Together we lay here counting the stars
Because the stars are uncountable & we know
The seasons are changing so we go along for the ride
Constantly spinning with the world; we are recycled
Fabricated lines stitched together with a touch of symmetry
We swallow the sparks inside our eyes & force our fears to fade

--Christian J. Clark
Time is never enough, when the end is near.
I know it's not very polite,
But I stared at you as you walked by
Your head hung low with hollow eyes

I noticed--

As you walked you dropped your tears
They glistened on the cobble stones
Breadcrumbs to a broken heart

--Christian J. Clark

I noticed.
Silver drops of dew splash down
Personal perceptions rule what I see
An immortal moon clutched in my hands
Blindly I sail through an ambiguous sea

Stars were invented by mechanical men
Are memories any more real than dreams?
Presently, nothing's more real than right now
But what we know now is not what it seems

--Christian J. Clark
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