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YB Feb 2018
you don't need
wise words
to be wise
nim Feb 2018
He stood on the hill with his cap turned backwards,
And it made no logic at all
Since the sun was hitting his eyes, but he didn't seem to care
For the orange line, over his face

And yet, when I approached closer
He seemed further away, and the galaxy was spreading across his face
It looked like a magnificent burn
Which he got
From dreaming
Too much

The sun turned black and the boy was no more.
Now, the only thing I could see in front of me was a shade...
Not like I could describe it, since it was a shade of fear seen from my eyes.
I wasn't looking with my eyes, yet with my soul alone.

A discovery far more greater than what I've known my whole life.

So I, naturally, search for Hope and Dreams
My Ideals, too
Yet
I only found Illusions
Lying broken on the crimson floor
As the Life and Thought beat it up

But then a darkness far greater than all of the others came.
Really, it can't be seen with your eyes, so you need to look with your soul.
Blacker than the venta black.
Just a deathly black.

It was Him, for sure. Not Him as the God, but the one who takes your hand at the end of your suffering.
And so, Illusion's hand was taken
While Life and Thoughts spit on the ground and disappeared,

Death embraced me and him.

It was far more comfortable than I'd thought it would be;
An indisputable peace found only within your heart.
It's an irony, but it shine so bright
With it's darkness
That we both knew we were finally safe.

And the boy?
Oh, well he sat on the ground.
Took a sip of time
Like he always does, from time to time.

He looked at me, absorbing
All of my questions
Changing his form to however I
Had imagined him at that moment

And just when I thought I had caught up with him, he'd transform yet again.

Then it hit me.
He was IllusionsĀ himself;
And just when I wanted to
Embrace him and make him confirm,

Just like Hopes, Dreams, and
All of my Ideals...

He broke at that moment.

And all I'm left with
Is this blinding darkness
Sparkling with it's sweet venom;

I realise life is more and less that I had ever guessed.

Illusions are not to be trusted.

Because Illusions always break.
Illusions always bend and twist the way we want them too, but they always break at the end. Be smart.
wise
beauty
bold
in
my heart

she leans on me
we stand
and
start

looking past what was had
groing wise
crying
mad

we hold each other
past dreams
on beauty
she
seams


beautiful colours
bright
an
bold
her fragrance
not even the wind
could hold
our same
beautiful
love
?



















...
..
.
me and rose
in
an
poem
together
...
Liz Carlson Jan 2018
Every day I feel my body getting older,
my soul wiser,
but the way my heart breaks
shows me I will forever have a youthful heart.
she's her
spoon hard
this journey
on parade
but she
witness the
wit now
that truth
in caper
hold this
longing with
a twist
that dapper
is her
yarn that
ties her
bow again
Prince Of A Girl
larissa Jan 2018
baby
how did you fool my heart
into believing that you were the home
i had been searching for
when really
you were the one
who left me homeless
sunprincess Dec 2017
Everyone thought where goeth
those three wise men
following a Christmas star,
Perhaps going to see a friend
They all surmised

Little did they know those three wise men
were going to visit a new born king
and gift him, lovely gifts
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh
gifts befitting a king of kings


And the special Christmas star
was leading the way, directing their path
shining ever brightly on a velvet blue sky
And twinkling in their eye
larissa Dec 2017
the only hands
that are worth
holding this heart
are my own
Lex Dec 2017
"You know that's the funny thing about decisions,
you never seem to have to talk yourself into the right ones."
-Frank Reagan
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