#crater - Hello Poetry

There is a crater of eternal darkness now where the illumination of your beautiful smiles once triumphed.

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC

vachaspathi

A long time ago...

There is a crater of eternal darkness now where the illumination of your beautiful smiles once triumphed.

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i wanted to know the moon every crater, every imperfection, every mark so hollow and white yet filled with days of experience i became envious one night of her need to be so far away but see everything, still. how she could never get bored, exist only as a symbol and as a light source and be nothing more.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC

cheyennemacrides

i wanted to know the moon

i wanted to know the moon every crater, every imperfection, every mark so hollow and white yet filled with days of experience i became envious one night of her need to be so far away but see everything, still. how she could never get bored, exist only as a symbol and as a light source and be nothing more.

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I am not as innocent as I look I have craters in my bones my blood flows too quickly and my heart is full of black dirt but this soil is good for planting so I told myself I'll be a garden I tell myself it matters, when it really, really doesn't the black soil slips her fingers under my skin and cradles my skull to her chest we are flying, she says, but it feels more like falling; she is bottomless and I want to reach new depths.

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC

khanslik

11:22

I am not as innocent as I look I have craters in my bones my blood flows too quickly and my heart is full of black dirt but this soil is good for planting so I told myself I'll be a garden I tell myself it matters, when it really, really doesn't the black soil slips her fingers under my skin and cradles my skull to her chest we are flying, she says, but it feels more like falling; she is bottomless and I want to reach new depths.

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Some are born broken One rung in their genetic ladder twisted differently Selfish, uncaring, and weak, among other things.. Whichever fatal flaw, their cursed souls just don't seem to be able to change These are the people that explode like bombs Leaving a wake of destruction everywhere they go Some are broken by something else One tragedy shakes them with such viciousness feelings rattle loose Falling to the bottom of their body Sunk somewhere dark they don't know how to reach Once this happens, they are never the same again Cold heartache in their guarded eyes Regardless of how many lonely years pass The worst broken is to he born whole Over days and months of misery and frustrated failure Little pieces chip away By the chisels of surrounding people Whether it is an unkind word spoken A careless lie believed An act of spite or betrayal Even faultless unreciprocated love Each time they are hurt or disappointed another piece is shaved off their soul When enough goodbyes and unanswered questions have taken their share Eventually all the goodness eroded creates a crater so big There isn't anything real left at all

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Broken

Some are born broken One rung in their genetic ladder twisted differently Selfish, uncaring, and weak, among other things.. Whichever fatal flaw, their cursed souls just don't seem to be able to change These are the people that explode like bombs Leaving a wake of destruction everywhere they go Some are broken by something else One tragedy shakes them with such viciousness feelings rattle loose Falling to the bottom of their body Sunk somewhere dark they don't know how to reach Once this happens, they are never the same again Cold heartache in their guarded eyes Regardless of how many lonely years pass The worst broken is to he born whole Over days and months of misery and frustrated failure Little pieces chip away By the chisels of surrounding people Whether it is an unkind word spoken A careless lie believed An act of spite or betrayal Even faultless unreciprocated love Each time they are hurt or disappointed another piece is shaved off their soul When enough goodbyes and unanswered questions have taken their share Eventually all the goodness eroded creates a crater so big There isn't anything real left at all

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Crater filled with endless dust Full of nothing, full of rust, Never ending, but it must, Deeper down and down. Leaving grass too far behind, Somewhere no one else can find, The ones who crave loneliness pine, for the remoteness of this place. Why is it always dark? Not a sun to set or the quickest spark? Only lonely--a treeless park, A grave for distant sunlight. Making happy seem not right. Celebrate a starless night. In cherished darkness, the cold can bite, in the depths of this caldera. Maybe something happened there, A distant fight, an unknown lair, incomplete and crumbled--the pair. And waiting for some sun. But for now let's ignore this awful place, And forget we ever saw a trace. An unsolved mystery, a closed case. We'll erase the crater who lies.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC

tara-antonini

Caldera.

Crater filled with endless dust Full of nothing, full of rust, Never ending, but it must, Deeper down and down. Leaving grass too far behind, Somewhere no one else can find, The ones who crave loneliness pine, for the remoteness of this place. Why is it always dark? Not a sun to set or the quickest spark? Only lonely--a treeless park, A grave for distant sunlight. Making happy seem not right. Celebrate a starless night. In cherished darkness, the cold can bite, in the depths of this caldera. Maybe something happened there, A distant fight, an unknown lair, incomplete and crumbled--the pair. And waiting for some sun. But for now let's ignore this awful place, And forget we ever saw a trace. An unsolved mystery, a closed case. We'll erase the crater who lies.

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