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The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night
Within my fallen body,
Roots will thrive.

And in them, I am alive.

As old as my arms reach,
They will bare the fruit of all that has come before me.

I shall feed to the next generation of disciples,
The sugars that are born from this forgotten language.

And there we will all rise,
as we flow back down the river line.
This unfortunately was brought on and inspired by a Kanye song
When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
            ing

            fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.
Reworked heartache from youth's journal. Thanks to those who liked the previous version of this one. I made an effort to improve the rhythm and richness, while retaining what I hope is a charming simplicity (and opting to keep the cliche, because I think it’s punny.) And who doesn’t love some illustrative formatting?
Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
This is a repost.  Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
Brand new video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
My life is on the list
of all the heretics,
I won't bother defending
or pretending
they'll light the end.
I don't examine,
the broken cannot mend
Once the letter sends,
it sails far into the ocean.
Remember clicking
once to a heart beat,
rushing for the best seat
next to daddy
a car, a sun-day driving
beautiful scenery.....
The worlds two between,
flaming at all my green trees,
and an image I wished to be,
A need for cradling knees.....
The Earth raises up with its pleas
and doubt only I can believe.
I am nothing but a shell of who I used to be
mindlessly wandering the earth
and searching for my purpose
eternally bound to suffer in silence
while looking for an answer
that doesn't exist.
Short poem today. Happy new year.
She stood infront of the mirror,
Looked at her reflection,
A spitting image of hers on the mirror,
To her eyes, it held more,
It held her darkest secrets,
Her worries,
Her inner turmoils,
The storm raging inside her,
The mind that's at war,
She being a lone warrior fighting it all,
Closed her eyes,
Took a deep breath,
Let out a long sigh,
She wanted everything to be cleared,
Once and for all,
She had to find answers, a voice whispered inside her "Find answers! Find answers!"
And the answer striked in her like a lightning,
"Change. Yes, change, it's change"
She opened her eyes,
Looked at her again,
Seems she found the answers,
Everything she saw in her earlier,
Vanished,
And she saw her smiling in the mirror,
And saw her whispering to herself,
"Nothing changes if nothing changes."
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