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Trout Sep 4
There’s more where that came from
There’s more behind the scene
When I once had a dream
(this is the scenic route)
I carry more than you see. My dreams are bigger than me.
Eden Aug 31
i’m so sorry
that no one saw the dangers
of a sleeping sixteen-year-old
being kissed by strangers.
-s.r.w.
Mitch Prax Aug 17
I want the atmosphere
to be filled
by your grace
always-
but not always
am I able
to see you.
Your sky is green and purple with a blueish hue
This choreography of color, colors you
Aurora Borealis
Everyone who sees you falls in love
Aurora Borealis
I'm just one of thousands looking up
All of my targeted ads remember
that we wanted to go to Iceland
in winter
to see the Aurora Borealis,

and they bombard me relentlessly
as if marketing in memories.

This instance is not unique.

It seems
no matter how many buttons I push
in attempts to subdue
these bright incursions,

I can't mute you completely.
TW Jan 31
You once told me that when we die,
we become another star in the night.

I never really cared about your zodiac and lunar signs,
I never paid attention to the solar action shooting by,
You'd wonder if it's magic plans or broken scrap that flew the skies,
You were psychedelic dresses, I was only wrapped in suit and tie,
It never blew my mind until I finally gave your truth a try,
I glimpsed the puzzle pieces in the time before the moon would rise,
A tapestry on galaxies, depicting myths, and human lies,
I guess you proved me wrong again, I was quick to scrutinize.

Now, I'm studying the subjects and sitting in observatories,
Thinking back to when I'd write them off before I heard the stories,
Earth is boring now you're gone, I hope you're up there yearning for me,
Every star's a soul, I'd see you but there's nothing worse than stormy
Nights and light pollution, it's a blinding kind of nuisance,
I'd be admiring your fusion but the sky has turned translucent,
But still I'm plotting charts of stars, I'm always making observations,
Waiting for the day I get to see your face in constellations.

I wanna chase you forever, whether heaven or hell, I'll go,
Can't let you float away, I'll take a world tour with my telescope,
The way I speed through hemispheres, this night will be the death of me,
But otherwise I'd only see you half the year, you're my Persephone,
I'll trek from Arctic harbors, give binoculars to polar bears,
Shiver in my igloo, hands together, say a hopeful prayer,
And no, I won't be lonely there, your soul will be a solar flare,
You'll whisper an aurora, northern lights to let me know you care.

I'll whistle Canis Major and Minor, and let Orion guide me,
I'm quite unlikely to quit, what kind of guy would I be?
To search the Seven Sisters for an eighth and get inside their psyche?
I'll question Cassiopeia, Cygnus, and Pisces nicely,
Ask if they've seen something fishy, and then I'll talk to Taurus,
An orbit tourist, I'm daunted without the gall to forfeit,
So if you're gone, then I'm glad that this was all you taught me,
I live each day for the night and just endure the morning.
Yuki Jan 27
I have been blessed with
a rose of blue petals
upon which I could read:
I will wait for you
‘till the end of time
on the other side of the world
to admire the most beautiful
northern lights
that are nothing compared
to the blue of your eyes.
There’s beauty after all.

A light in this cruel
poisoning
meaningless life.

A sad angel’s
musical antidote
against insanity.
Different moods require different music.
A trek through a dark Arctic sky
Nothing in hand
But souls to guide our way
By chance I pass you by

Through the beautiful silky curtain
Of a myriad of colors
And for a few moments
The Sky glowed in the Aurora

And though it had been there
Where beauty and light covered
Still towards your eyes
Did my own gather

For precious moments
Blinding speeds became slow
The Aurora's wave halted
And time froze the falling of snow

The passing of still Time we share
Though not hand in hand
Or souls connected
Even if just through a stare

However we keep moving
To keep our journeys like before
We Broke Off The Aurora
And slippped into darkness once more..
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