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Will Jun 2019
Like a cosmic whip, lightning crackles across the night sky.
It’s electricity illuminating the dire landscape that passes by outside.
Glancing out the window, eyes squinting at the glorious storm growing near.
Pressing the gas pedal down, heart racing as the vehicle jolts forward.
Like a comet flying through space, the car ripped through the torrential downpour.
Speeding through the dark void, raindrops colide with the window, like projectiles from above.
Though the inside of their vehicle was dry, the driver's eyes were flooded with tears.
Wiping them away with a brush of their hand, car speeding forward.
Resolved to follow the lightning, but not to see it’s glow once more.
It was to chase the thunder, that deep booming foe who always felt so near.
That is who we all chase, the invisible enemy who instills immense fear.
piper Apr 2019
everyday,
feels like,
I'm about to run out of time.
I'm literally chasing him, begging him,
to stay with me..

but,
like just about almost everybody in my life,
he gets tired of me,
and wants to leave.

and so,
he does.

but little does he know,
him of all people,
I actually need most.


                                                    -YYC
i miss him. everyday. but he's by my side, always.
AE Apr 2019
Your colossal extravagance
The glitter in your words
The sparkling jar of hearts,
That you bury in your tombs
The shivers that you send
The tears that you forget
And the people you’ve broken
Are slowly trailing behind

But you’re so far ahead
With the future in your hands
You’re the “x” on the map
The destination in every heart
And with that you roam your wonders
Set them on blazing fires
And laugh in the distance
As you watch the faces of the world

And you leave us wondering where you are, whenever we feel alive
You truly are the master of the hour

The reckless paradoxical force everyone chases,
As you follow closely behind
Ithaca Mar 2019
When a dog chases it’s tail,
Does it get bored after it catches it?
Or does it hang on tight,
Running circles through the night?

If I chase you again,
Will you continue to run?
Run away forever,
Some sick idea of fun?

And if I become as fast as light,
Will I be the dog that hangs on tight?
Or will I too get bored,
And leave your life fragmented and ignored?
I would give up feeling sad if my cat would chase it’s tail
anonymous Feb 2019
hope expands in your lungs

as you catch sight

of the faint glow,

at the end

of a long channel

bursting forth you soar

running towards the unknown

in the blind faith;

the possibility

it could be better than what is
MisfitOfSociety Feb 2019
Have we forgotten how to dream,
To see the world through ourselves.
The place I used to be is now lost,
When I was a child I knew where it was.

Before I knew the world I knew myself,
Then I became aware of the world.
It is hard to live when everything is so fake,
Convincing myself that this is all real.

This all has to be real,
Because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in,
And go to places I've never been.

At night when I close my eyes,
I see the place where I used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am,
But when I awake I forget again.

My rabbit will take you there.
Keep on chasing my rabbit,
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine,
You will never truly grasp the bottom.

My rabbit's dragging you down the hole
How deep down does it go?!
You are starting to see from the in,
You're going to places you've never been.

Once I looked from the outside in,
Now I look from the inside out.
What is in is in,
Will never be out again.

I am falling down the rabbit hole,
Which way is up,
Which way is down.
I can't see the top,
And I can't find the bottom.
I am looking from the in,
I'm going places I've never been,
I am learning to dream again!

Follow my rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
Look from the inside out, rather than the outside in. Your perspective becomes your reality, change your perspective on things and everything will change.
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
If happiness were a simple thing
As they'd say,
"Catch a little birdie before
It flew away"

I'd be living in the trees to catch them
Everyday--

Too long above the world below
The dirt, the mirth and roots that grow

Forgotten then for how we came to
kiss: the sun, the sky, the clouds to know.
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