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Mariah Cuch Jun 2017
No truer words are spoken except by children...

The boys named her Mirage
Mocked her beauty, marveled at her solidarity.

She only saw them all as a mirage
Distance, untouchable...

Mirage is a beautiful woman, as truthful as any oasis, just as giving.......... just as lonely
Colm Jun 2017
The most difficult thing about knowing more
About realizing that someone is capable of more
Is that you may come to expect, and desire more
Which becomes more apparent, when only one mind adores
Nodding
Solaces Feb 2017
I nearly passed out... Or did I?  Wait!  
I need to help the darkness princess..
I must swim up!
I must save them all!

I emerge from the shadow filled pond that was formely a prison cell of some sort.  It held captive the princess of darkness.  They were all waiting for me! I felt all of their touch. I felt her hold me.  I then felt her breathe. She wispered into my ear.. " Thank you... Please help me take my world back. Help me spread my benevolent darkness to this endless light.  Pleaseeeeeee.. I need your shadow, I need your shade,  I need your darkness to spread today.  You are the Shadow savior.. The twilight song,  The blessing of shades... "  As she held me I noticed that my darkness started to spread into the air itself. I felt a shift inside my heart as I gave myself all to the darkness! I could now spread darkness without physical touch.  I was now a dark star in a world of light.  I grew and I grew.. The light beings were all trying to run away from me.. I was a singularity, I was a black hole!  My sadness grew infinite! I was a sad shade and shadow! This world of light was no world at all! It was the very sun that gave life to us all.  The dark princess laughed at my mistake.. She laughed at her deceit!!
COME ON KID!!   COME ON KID!!! COME ON KID!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even light cannot escape..
CR Franklin Jan 2017
-What do ghosts and black out have in common?
-It's a very odd mix with some very good timing.
-like the all is the one and the one is the none
-or like when the bell tolls deep in yo' soul; it echoes
-like after all the drama you're on your way home
-"now before I ask you this please keep in mind
-I've walked this earth before your people created time
-I've led billions of souls and lost some along the way
-Speaking to different walks, they all had the same to say
9-"mr reaper please leave me alone, I cant believe my names in stone
-cuz i have to show Tommy right from wrong
-and Mary's learning how to keep the bloodline strong
-I'm a father of 2 and husband of twenty
-I know I can't go since my namesake's filthy
-it took a life time to break it and another just to fix it"
-"so time is what you need, yet time is what you're out of.
-as we go with this flow think, what's your namesake made of"
Allena Iris Dec 2016
Wake me up in the flush of a rainbow eye
I saw it bent through the tunnel I've been screaming off
I'm searching for a glimpse of a morning past
And I found you there
You followed me where I would die in a flash
I'm still here watching you dont you realize
Floating in confusion of absolute time
Now help me out

I've been hurting for a moment that turned me down
In a dimmer light
Not realizing how long it was when
We talked and the universe fussing round
I would die
in a minute

Remember it was spherical
Bounding you and me in the dark
But how we look
You fly away
I'm dying
I know it was theoritical
But I dont dream nor sleep
Fall slow and you've gone
I'm dying

Make my hand
in your grab
Just dont leave
I'll be broken down
and interfering our past
Even if I'd come through a wormhole
Could it be me hugging you alive?
Singularity is something about a dot with invinite mass and extraordinary power in the base of a black hole. Now imagine if you were there
Sofia Mar 2016
in a cathedral of my own making
i am dust basked in sun light
with hands stretched out
to love the pillars
that have held me up
when the stained glass windows
were celebrated for the
light they let in
and the most divine part of me
the cracks of my temple at
the bottom of my spine were
left to widen like horizons
begging to be spread farther
were left like myths untold
but all the stories are true
and the smallest parts of me
are not fables and myths
left to keep your imagination
alive and you afloat
the smallest parts of me
are particles that have
held me up longer
than you have
and i may be alone
just as many of us are
but who has time to
count a star
when astronomers count
galaxies on the tips of their fingers
and i am but an atom of the universe
just as we all are
AJ Mar 2016
You tell me that love
Is for the hopeless,
That pounding hearts
Are for the loveless.
You tell me that pressing
Your cheek against mine
Would bring forth
A singularity
That would **** us both in,
Only to disassemble
With age what we felt
Lay under an everlasting day.
You say the moon
Is too frightening for your eyes
To see. But darling,
If only you would
Cherish night, you would
See that roses are just as beautiful
In darkness as in light.
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