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chris Oct 2020
to be a stream flowing next to yours
or next to no stream at all
i'm sorry but i need my own stream
chris Oct 2020
A vision of a mole softly digging through the underground soil, searching for earthworms. Feeling its way through the complex tunnel system designed by the moles underground the forest. The mole searches for a while, then finds its labour of other diligent workers.

A vision of roaming through the above woodland. Sun seeps through the spaces between the veins of each leaf. You’re almost floating between the trees, drifting forth. The vision reaches the roadway adjacent to two sections of woods.

A vision inside a car hovering along. The driver forgets that she can see her own hands on the wheel. Momentarily, she looks down at her form to gain some autonomy back from her steed. Through the windshield, her vision is pointed towards some radiant figure in the oncoming distance.

“Beautiful glowing body of light,” a thought bubbles to the surface of her conscious mind.

A vision of some fast, and dark, and loud structure barreling down the pathway. You are almost nothing but the awareness of your surroundings. You sink lower down, lower. The structure is nearing you, even more now.

The radiant body of light is going to phase into her car at this point. The two are going to meet each other. The driver won’t know what it is, the light won’t either.
more of a short tale
chris Oct 2020
i was being buried in my beautiful casket
and everyone was laughing their heads off
one last look and i gave them a wink
until i fell into my eternal sleep

everyone laughed when i died
everyone laughing and having a good time
everyone laughed when i died
tears of joy were the only tears cried

when my body dissolved into space
i no longer had to breathe or a face
i hope all of my friends will be happy
and i will laugh from soul world when they die
chris Jan 2020
to be a worm that dies in a field
to be a dog that is scared while pooping
to be a nightmare that is ever looping
to be misery that may never yield
to be something that can change
i am something that can change
chris Dec 2019
a starving kiss from the sun
the rain drops ruin all the fun
bundled up inside my head
hide inside your mouth instead

a weak and frail famished star
the world is grey you are too far
coming back into the sky
all you have to do is try
nothin against winter but i miss the sun
chris Nov 2019
you are a safe place for me
your arms are a cavern for me to hide in
your hands are ivy wrapped around me
i sleep in your ribs
for a crush
chris Nov 2019
i love what's inside of you and
waves hitting the shore makes me cry
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