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397 · Jun 2017
the end game.
Mat Jun 2017
something we all will think about, The End Game… honestly we all don’t  know what will happen during those final glances at everlasting light is like, we all have to experience it only to forget what felt like moments ago. as that light that seemed to have no end, finally fade away from you as the soul sheds out of this being. there you are cold, lifeless and gone. but in the end game peace has nothing more to come from other than its true meaning,   Nothing.
just a quick lil poem that will introduce me into hello poetry.
338 · Oct 2017
Thinkin' Bout You
Mat Oct 2017
I said "je t'aime"
...
You said "Je vous adore"
...
Wallowing in lust,
Pondering in roses,
Why can't I stop
Thinkin' Bout You,
...
Knock Knock Knock
...
You said
"Je crois que je suis amoureux de toi"
devant ma porte
its been a minute since I have written
223 · Jun 2017
something...
Mat Jun 2017
i am nothing, feel nothing, i am an abyss for any of the excess light that escapes others yet you never see a glow, this immersive void has been desolate and barren for a what seems all of eternity, yet there is only one thing that could bring it all back, something...
this was the piece that I submitted
180 · Jun 2017
I am.
Mat Jun 2017
I am the sky. i am bright and beautiful, yet the sky has no limits, I could become a tornado of anger and negativity,whipping and destroying anything and everything in its path, I am the night sky, dark mysterious, and most importantly alone. my thoughts circle around the sky like shooting stars hoping that one wont burn up as it becomes real, I hope my one companion will be with me all week, yet all I get are fragments, so I stand here all alone and wait...

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