_                                 _
Moonlight           Sonata­
Thunderstorm    Submerged
Windshield          Blurred
Stoplight                  B
                               L
                           I
                                    N
        ­                                       K
                        ­                    I
                                           ­  N
                                                     G
Chaos                   Swept
Wheels                          S
                                          p
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                                            r
                              g        a
                          n      l
                               i
         WorldsC­ollide
Passenger        Drowning
Heaven             Bound
Sirens               SCREECHING
Time                 Lapses
Memory            Haunts
Voice                 Ascended
Why     ­              Not
                  Me?

you can make me feel like i'm in bliss,
but at the same time, you can wreck me,
like i'm a bubble who can pop at any time.

you make me so happy, that your smile-
is enough to make me feel joy.

but you also wreck me,
because it's not me,
i'm not the reason why you're smiling.

it's not me.
it's her.

She unrolled the blueprints
that she had designed.
Building from the wreck that was left behind.

She salvaged the rubble and ruins
and cement of broken promises
granulating and churning it to nothing more than sand;
allowing it to form the foundation of her own future.

She raised one naked agony brick after the other,
cementing it with love and care.

Planting seeds of melancholy,
she watered them with her tears
and watched as the sun's warmth let them bloom
and the moon that let them rest.

She weaved curtains
and plastered the ruins.

She became the gardener,
the architect
and the nurse
of her own self and life.

- Beautiful Sensitive Soul

In a world of human wreckage,
one tree stands tall.
Distributing air for a no longer living population,
one that overstayed its welcome.
Destroyed everything they came in contact with.
Until it appeared that the tornado of life,
came plowing through.
Leaving a trail of broken dreams and sorrow,
in its place.
No one left to care,
no one left to clean up this dumb.
Destroyed.
A town destroyed.
A state destroyed.
A country destroyed.
A continent.
The world...
destroyed.
Animals left, no longer anywhere for them to survive.
Nothing.
Because...
In this world of human wreckage,
a tree loses its first leaf.

we thought you had it -
that you'd pulled us out of the fish tail

i was hanging from the seatbelt -
afraid to look over
glass everywhere
strange words in foreign tongue
Nic ci nie jest?
your eyes flutter

we made it out alive,
but something died anyway

Deep below the surface,
of a sea stormy and frenetic;
lies buried an ancient relict,
once radiant but now pathetic.
It is a long ago sunken ship
the mast and canvas rotten.
The stern revealing injuries,
that are not yet forgotten.
It once carried adventurers,
looking for brand new land;
But now it's decrepit and cursed,
never to reach a strand.
But if you would look closer,
to the shattered and mouldered deck,
you would see the dissembled treasure,
that waits to be found within every wreck.