Under the sapphire sky That's dusted with clusters of stars I lay down on the grass I started to count it one by one I started to draw imaginary lines Like constellations, they draw Your full name right
Sometimes, it's nice to imagine the stars watching us, and thinking "what happened to these two?".
The audience goes silent As the curtain starts to open There on the stage is a whole other world Maybe one from this galaxy Sometimes from the next But nevertheless the actors preform The characters evolve as the show goes on Then comes the ******, you thought we were done So many twists and turns until a conclusion Oh, the scene is now over The curtains have shut The drama is done These actors take off their makeup But still inside them lives The character they played, the character they once lived.
I was trying to build a future using the chaos theory, But now is the time to compartmentalize. I visualize a future happiness one day near me; In love maybe with me, or because of me, despite.
If she is happy, then I will be happy. I seek the extraordinary truth in you. Do you fit the shoe of destiny? Or is hot farfetched from obscurity? Placed before me waving endlessly, Look at me! I am a mirage of what could be.
Things take time, the bigger the better. Never say never or nothing lasts forever. It is never too late to make a change, Or learn from your mistakes, again.
Drag ink across the page with love, not rage. Just say what needs to be said and keep the rest caged. Be a poet of great understanding. Truly amaze them and leave when they start clapping, Shouting “Bis!” and “Encore!” “We want more and more and more!”
That is the time to open your minds door And then you step on through… I wish you all the luck in the world. Fly out into the blue.
Pull on those strings that unviel our past Taking small little peeps wishing it would last Sceaming and crying Longing for her embrace As we look on from afar Our hearts begin to race The play must go on no matter the pain As we run though each scene the show has brought you fame Though the attention you do not want And the glory all for naught When she can't even look your way Or spare you a single thought I stare from within the crowd As they walking out one by one Till only you and I are left behind When the final scene has been done Then you too bow and leave the stage And alone I sit remenising again Alone in the audience Where a crowd once screamed your name Though never again shall I hear those cheers Of those voices reduced to mere whispers over the years
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white- capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth Each Black-bead eye and all the ears all the chins teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness. And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white skin a color of pink's sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt. That one's life can be as real as one's imagination if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
wishing the reader to decide what it means for them