I have always stared longingly at it
on wide open mornings or endless Sundays, even after a hellish shift or post-apocalyptic nap Soaking in that pink and brooding scope caring or warning, forever hopeful of what’s to come reassured that nothing before this really mattered. When the moon is full, tortilla-round and brazen I think of you and the way you also loved to stare at the sky.
The stars mended overhead
Igniting the night Sounds of the bustling highways Blocking out the fear of falling I stared up at the skyscrapers No one would notice if I fell Life would keep going on It always does A cold breeze brushed through Taking a step at a time Up the skyscraper Until I see the skyline Lights exploded In the whites of my eyes A city engulfed in darkness Standing still It only took a second For my feet to fly off the concrete Plunging towards the ground No one noticed I jumped. The world keeps moving on.
Repost from a while ago that I accidently deleted
How overly flawed
My mistakes are, As they flew Breathlessly Under the skyline. I exhaled those regrets But they kept on Rebounding Back at me.
I've written to much today
Is this enough for me to live?
In a small town with big dreams
A girl named Chicago Plays sim city She builds the skylines She will one day design But until then her mom says video games are just a waste of time
Heart becomes prison on the horizon!
rolling and floating along the skyline are the clouds of the day
clouds that can bring life to the earth below clouds that silently, glide through your line of sight clouds that rely on winds to empower them clouds that will soon be observed by another Brian Hill - 2020 # 75
Look up and see the clouds.
Gravitating toward home
with its star stained skyline a latch on every door torn over coffee the smell of peppermint a tear here where tears have been the hope of a stranger helping to embolden an empty cup pouring.
Morning light rises
yawning and stretching its way above the skyline.