pluto 1d
I
We were dying stars, 
broken with all our scars,
seeking serenity in the past
with light that could no longer last. 

II
We were fading stars,
lost and dead ***** with cores of carbon
then nitrogen to silicon to iron, 
perishing as we conquered what we thought was ours.
"You lied" he pointed out.  

"I never did" she replied slowly. "You were too blind to see"
pluto Dec 6
I
Imagine giving life
to what consumes yours,
reviving the pain
that caused devastating wars.

II
Imagine fixing
what tears you to pieces,
remembering the broken
and lying kisses.

III
Imagine destroying
what completes youㅡ
what makes you whole
yet poisons you from the inside.

IV
Imagine killing
what makes you alive.
burn old memories, tear old letters,
forget people and, maybe, survive.

V
Bury it all.
Erase it all.  
Leave what you treasure the most.
Destroy what holds your shattered soul together.

VI
Can you break away
from what binds you to home?
Can you let go
of what you hold on to?

VII
No, you can't.
Because it is in this pain
that you found home.
"Imagine" he began, "and do not forget that it is only a figment of your imagination"
pluto Dec 5
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
pluto Dec 4
Secluded behind the walls of glass structures,
Bleeds time within its ruptures,
For diamonds vanish as its sands continuously fall,
As trapped souls rapidly add dents to it's fractured wall.
"They ran out of time"
pluto Dec 2
Bonds of paper pressed and folded
Bringing with it such paper planes accurate
Dipped quills, ink splattered across the white ream
Lanterns lighting, defeaning silence of the whispers of the wind's realm.

Entrusting aflame candles, flewn for enlightenment,
Trembling with the breeze's whistling accompaniment,
White as newborn clouds, creased lines across it's edges,
Books pilled up with history and insights, torn pages.

Storms swirling ever so swiftly,
Drifting folding paper dancing to the wind gracefully,
Following the rhythm of the hurricane,
Remaining resilientㅡ free from stabbing pain.

Tint overflowing each ream precisely,
Tainted with dreams crafted so idly,
A little push, realising grip,
A wish fleeting away, once one to keep.
pluto Dec 1
she was his dream.
he was her wish.
"What did you wish for?" he asked her, noticing how she closed her eyes upon noticing a falling star.

"You" she replied. "I wished for you"

He chuckled and leaned on her as he whispered. "Do you want to know my dream?"

She nodded. "You" he softly said, burying his face in her shoulder as he hugged her. "You are my dream"
pluto Dec 1
he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
and sorrow
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
"It's yours" she admitted, sighing, as she tried to cover the object she held in her hands. "You shouldn't see it"

"Why not?" he asked.

She looked away, a tear falling from her eye. "I can't fix it. It's too broken"

"You don't have to fix me" he reminded her, a sad smile on his lips.

She shook her head. "She broke you deeper than I thought"
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