I still run, I still hide
But there's no getting away from the light
The light that burns ever so deep
I just wanted to be free
But got caught by pride, now I'm terrified
I was told I needed a sacrifice
A sacrifice to stay civilized, how could that be?
A moment ago I was on the grind
Now I'm blind, blinded by those that be
They just sit there, smiling happily
I was stupid and deprived
Now I'm just another person whos been victimized
I don't apologize, It's what I wanted
I'm now a god, totally idolized
Good things come to those who are wicked
So don't pray for me and don't demonize me
Remember, I didn't just fall
So worship me
Maybe then you'll be my favorite
And become Illuminated.
Once upon a full moon,
An immortal soul escaped it's vessel.
Illuminated by moonlight,
Whisps of the spirit gracefully glided down the eye of a rabbit hole,
swirling through the sphere of Life and Death,
caught inbetween their reflection of each other.
Their voices harmonized like a pious gospel-
the word of God.
The soul asked them to lay her down at the bottom of infinity,
where there's a cave of every dream ever conceived,
Appearing as fog on a horizon of memories,
spread across the sky like prophetic constellations.
Listen up, caviling charlatans.
Forgo the sporadic rebuff,
luminous is the dark
and shaded is the light,
the path to endless days.
If the vagabond's respite
is fraught with retribution,
why continue in shambles,
instead, covet his ways.
Don't lament the shadows,
cry for illuming rays.
....It's been in my mind for a while. This is the best way to say it that I can construct.
One looks up and says life is a ladder
Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered
Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter
We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.
It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals
Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield
Only to be found by space and particles
They read while we speak of thee impossible
Big humps to people seem like obstacles.
We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.
Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.
a girl with a mind like a tunnel
somewhere amidst a winding mountain road
quiet and familiar
calm and inviting
as his headlights
from the distance
particles of light
start finding their way inside
the tunnel less dim
everything is illuminated within
fractions of a second
his headlights span out
into every corner
and every crevasse
and brings every brushed away memory
into full view
warmly embracing every hidden secret
and for a moment
the tunnel becomes
the kind of bright that makes you
squint your eyes and
hold your breath and
dig the tips of your fingers
into the foam of your steering wheel
but you don't get afraid because
your eyes adjust before
the fear sets in
and when your eyes do adjust
you forget that it's ever been dark at all
and you feel as though this light
can last forever
but our eyes can only handle
so much light
now he's approaching the exit
and his headlights
are reaching out
beyond the arch of the tunnel
far into the thick woods and towards the
as he passes through on his way
to some final destination
and he never even thought to stay
the very last seconds
every fraction of his
beautiful bright light
before the tunnel
and everything is
and all that is left is a numbed pain
the kind of pain you feel
when your pupils
I wrote this poem over six months ago, not long before I met the most loving, cheesing, kick-*** guy, with his bright mind and beautiful soul and I keep thinking... finally. a man who thought to stay.
A zip, a click and your little world is illuminated.
suddenly I'm able to see
everything. too much.
its all there. right
in front of me
I just wish someone would
come back, and fog up these windows
I use for eyes and maybe
put back some of that
into the world
I wish I was back in that
candy shop. When my only worriers
were the cavities that Dr. Patanaud
hiding in the dark crevices of
But now, along with those cavities
in the deep and infinite caves
of my whole are secrets
that hurt more than cavities
that I wish my dentist could
fill. but he cannot
and so now, here
I am. with a
sore mouth. and sore
eyes. and sore
ears. sitting at the only
lit table in a romantically dark
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