Reality is a troublesome topic to persuade.
Subtly tiptoe the tropes of life and death.
Black Swan tips the scales of good and bad.
Light and Dark.
Misanthropy, how can we not.
The good die young.
  Is all we've ever heard.
Beauty dies fast.
One glance of beauty.
An ever long war.
The greatest and the best only strive for success.
Not the redemption or aptitude that they test.
Many bring emotion,
but folly the ends.
Greatness dies.
And only reprized in final a glance.
Unrecognized do we part.
Our being sold wrought.
Once escape is our parting phrase.
Stodgily will our image fade.

i’m


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If I’m outside
My gaze is always upwards
Staring towards the heavens
Whether it’s day or night

Sometimes its hard to tell
My head will be forward
But my eyes drifting up
Ever so slightly
For a world so beautiful
The prettiest sight is the sky

If I sit near a window at night
I’ll find my eyes traveling
Away from the computer
Or TV
Or my homework
To gaze at the stars

Before the night sky is emblazoned with firey ***** of light
I sometimes try to sit and wait for them fade into view
So I can see how many I can count
My record is 28
Before so many fade into view at once
That it’s impossible to keep track

For me, stars are like people
Beautiful
Shining
But neither last

And usually, before I realize
Before I can do anything
My gaze falls on them too late
Because by the time I see them
They’re both gone