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will Jun 2020
you were my universe
a face full of stars
eyes like ocean planets
but they froze over
you had a smile like a sun
but it went supernova
the sharp cold of space
stole away into an emptiness
that you had filled with love
you became a nebula
beautiful and unattainable
will Jun 2020
at the end of the world
the sky is dyed in grey
the ashes of us all falling
through the still air

huddled away with you
shaking but holding tight
watching as the end comes
and as the planet dies
I'm just really into writing two people at the end of the world stuff.
will Jun 2020
with the falling sky
now at the end of it all
with your hand in mine
will Jun 2020
flow like water
through the rapids
let not one drop go
move in heavy groups
rushing past the rocks
let not the stone stop you
push and push till we all
flow through freely now
Life is crazy right now, but we cannot rest until we see true change.
will May 2020
it feels both like menace and comfort
like laying in damp grass
a threat of decay but a pillow of softness and promises.
Burry me in soft earth just below the surface...
will May 2020
at that first loud crash
I huddle under thin sheets
shivering and scared
Some side thoughts from my last haiku.
will May 2020
wind screams at the door
thunder crashes down hollow halls
hide under the bed
Prompt 22: Imagine Weather Indoors. My brain immediately goes to an abusive home of screaming matches like thunderstorms.
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