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The world holds no weight .
The sky bears no mass.
In which I see I am as I will always be.
Hollow;
Drifing;
Through this life that means no more than a single blade of grass
upon which I lay;
Observing:
We are but a wall of clouds
Floating;
Waiting to pass.
Through this sky.
A sky that bears no mass.
phantasmal Aug 2013
your eyes are
fathomless chasms
and i find myself falling
once in a while
the way alice tumbled
down the rabbit hole

you are a
paradoxical metaphor
representing every bright spectrum
of my gray-tinted universe

i count shooting stars
and dandelions
sometimes i even think
i see your smile in the
constellations

are you the wisps of clouds
on a particularly rainy day?
drifing with no direction
i often reach out to you
though i never seem to grasp you

perhaps to me
it's as if you are
everywhere
but i can't seem to find you
anywhere

- - -
Stevie Ray Jan 2018
A small girl
sitting in the wind,
enduring gale
after gale
of pondering
wondering
if she has
the confidence
within.
She fights
herself
while enduring
the raging winds

A breeze of fresh air
turns into a
dark, question mark.

The young girls mind
has
heavy water torrents
raging inside
She wants to drown
cuz she wants to survive

I'm screaming against the wind
wishing I could heal her
with words
that burst from within
with fire burning
from the heart
tears dripping down
my chin
turn to ice
making blisters
on my
skin

It leaves me paralyzed
from the pain that's in her wind

She turns around
showing the purest smile
courage shining brightly
behind those saddened eyes
which ignites me
I'm in awe, inspired
of
that strength
that hearts desire

"You stand strong
with no eye in this storm!
But it's a fight you will win!
You ignite the people around you
because your heart
is heard through the roar
in these winds!
You will soar
through the sky
in your mind
because that strength
already lies within!"

My words never reached her
because she stood up
and walked her path
proudly

I can only hope
she catches
a few of my words
that are now drifing
in the wind.
LeV3e Jun 2017
I sit here
Contemplating how to conquer my fear
Can I alter the wheel? Or just
Fall down and kneel? I must
Have something to live for, some
Spark to ignite, some
Purpose to endure, these
Pains in the night, still...

I sit here
Searching for a way out of the pattern
It doesn't matter to the scheme, but
It keeps me from sleeping
Scattered thoughts, in a blink
I'm lost again, for naught, cause
Memories are so decieving...

I sit here
Thinking so what if Im selfish?
Are you saying you're not? Ha!
The prospect is childish, this
"Who said what again", nonsense,
Is boring the **** outta me...so

I sit here
Waiting for the reckoning.
Patiently, drifing through this
Time and space and happening,
Chasing pleasures, and vices, no
Remorse when the dice roll
Snakes eyes see through cold stone,
I can tell you arent alive so...

I sit here...
we make plans the break plans
do we give up ?
it all depends upon the creature or the creator
there are those drifing in a sea of the make believe
lost in the sauce of compromise
can't we see past those twisted lies
they are blinded by sight
you may claim that is your right
still at the funeral parlor you will then discover
there isn't a uhaul that follows its procession
you got me second guessing
the opposite of faith is sight
getting lost in the night
with long hanging fangs that bite
shadows block your squeeky wheel
claiming its no bid deal
getting stuck as second fiddle in the middle
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
perhaps you want to put that book right back on the shelf
so you exist as a vain Keebler elf
Satan has blinded you from the real trip
I equate it as being left on the raft near the shore
all of a sudden the tide breaks out and your out in the ocean
Satan brands his lies with a real dark brew of magic lotion
then you realize how to i get here
it was your choice to live by sight
in the end who will be your friend the one whom you can depend

— The End —