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"lightyear" poems
when the aliens come down in their spaceship when they land on earth after their lightyear-long trip would they see the war? would they see the hate? would they see the body count? would they see the weight of our actions when we cause all this pain? would they take one glance at earth and never come again?
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
w.w.a.t. (what would aliens think)
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human beings, Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits, Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics, Horrible unnameable lice of vultures, Murderous attacking dog-armies Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle, Vast boars and huge gigantic bull Elephants, rams, eagles, condors, Pones and Porcupines and Pills- All the endless conception of living beings Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness Throughout the ten directions of space Occupying all the quarters in & out, From supermicroscopic no-bug To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell Illuminating the sky of one Mind- Poor! I wish I was free of that slaving meat wheel and safe in heaven dead.
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you shine bright as the sun you're as beautiful as the stars in the night sky you're more brilliant than a shooting star more rare than a comet i'm red with anger much like mars over not being in the same room as yours your blue eyes draw me in and make me feel safe and comfortable much like uranus and neptune their beautiful pale blue color matches your eyes don't forget the kindhearted yellow color of venus named after the goddess of love aphrodite that planet can represent my love for you because you're my light in the darkness of all space and to end this know that if you leave like pluto i'll miss you dearly so please stay another lightyear and be my moon together we'll create harmony within ourselves and within each other because we're all stars
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
solar system romance
.                                  TO                            INFINITY                        AND BEYOND                        TO   INFINITY                        AND BEYOND                        TO   INFINITY                        AND BEYOND                        TO   INFINITY                        AND  BEYOND                        TO    INFINITY                        AND BEYOND                        TO    INFINITY                        AND BEYOND            TO INFINITY  AND BEYOND        TO INFINITY AND   BEYOND TO           INFINITY AND   BEYOND TO               INFINITY    AND BEYOND.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Buzz Lightyear ****
Her legs hang low, just above the night's whispering tide, illuminated only by dawn's dim light. Polar limbs and the nonlinear confide. She does not hide. No, not on this night. Her outstretched arms question the supposed limitless oblivion. For foot by mile, lightyear by revolution, she has seen everything: Loves enactment upon re-enactment, The crying of the lost and lonely infant, the rodent's of the night that creep and crawl along a city's cobblestone streets, and she has seen two worlds fall asleep time and time again. The moon has already heard forever yet each night she listens to a different tune. The moon is forever. The light and the wise coccoon.
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 8:47 AM UTC
The Moon
Stars are history lit by lightyears of time There is one for every being that ever lived Every blade of grass, every greatest mind That is why they are uncountable (The value of life cannot be measured) Light travels in years and years Faster than cars every drunken day It’s no wonder that it starts the planets spinning Sets the universe in a haphazard dance (Though music doesn’t conduct in the absence of air) We don’t see stars like the dinosaurs did We see stars as they existed back then A lightyear is a tower with a thousand floors On every one there’s a doorway filled by glass (These lives are not yours to live, not yet) You and me, we’re all condensed explosions Speckles of supernovas and molecules of galaxies Humans are a thousand sparks of history Condensed into one hundred years (The past repeats because it is always reborn) Dreams are a symphony played by chance collisions Seconds in a blink of eternity’s eye Yet a single thought can flash-bang a revolution Save a life or take a future (No matter how you’re small, you really do matter) We can map space to the edge of our sightline Make quadrants for fire and roadways for brightness Though it’s hard to draw lines through thinner than air To hold electricity in a loop of motion (Mastery over kinetic does not a monarchy make) Every day we walk through echoes of motion Fading into combination and reflecting forensics Don’t dust for fingerprints, dust for enlightenment The inspiration in the flowers of a fairy ring (Eternal dances with skeletons always have the best music) Shake hands with the ghosts of every stuttering memory Life is a game played with actions, not words We the people has always meant people, not person That’s why East Coast waves echo on West Coast shores (Midwest sings salt ’n dust chemical rain) I’ve met people capable of infinite kindness I’ve been beaten down by unconscious hate It’s always a game of chess in this world No one has less than twelve reasons for what they do (Except with love, which is madness, which doesn’t count) Every star has a person to belong to Every past holds hands tight with the future Every spark has a little bit of kindling And the crescendo of dreams shifts the world on its foundation (Burning bright means so much less than helping others catch flame.)
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Butterfly Effect
Stars are history lit by lightyears of time There is one for every being that ever lived Every blade of grass, every greatest mind That is why they are uncountable (The value of life cannot be measured) Light travels in years and years Faster than cars every drunken day It’s no wonder that it starts the planets spinning Sets the universe in a haphazard dance (Though music doesn’t conduct in the absence of air) We don’t see stars like the dinosaurs did We see stars as they existed back then A lightyear is a tower with a thousand floors On every one there’s a doorway filled by glass (These lives are not yours to live, not yet) You and me, we’re all condensed explosions Speckles of supernovas and molecules of galaxies Humans are a thousand sparks of history Condensed into one hundred years (The past repeats because it is always reborn) Dreams are a symphony played by chance collisions Seconds in a blink of eternity’s eye Yet a single thought can flash-bang a revolution Save a life or take a future (No matter how you’re small, you really do matter) We can map space to the edge of our sightline Make quadrants for fire and roadways for brightness Though it’s hard to draw lines through thinner than air To hold electricity in a loop of motion (Mastery over kinetic does not a monarchy make) Every day we walk through echoes of motion Fading into combination and reflecting forensics Don’t dust for fingerprints, dust for enlightenment The inspiration in the flowers of a fairy ring (Eternal dances with skeletons always have the best music) Shake hands with the ghosts of every stuttering memory Life is a game played with actions, not words We the people has always meant people, not person That’s why East Coast waves echo on West Coast shores (Midwest sings salt ’n dust chemical rain) I’ve met people capable of infinite kindness I’ve been beaten down by unconscious hate It’s always a game of chess in this world No one has less than twelve reasons for what they do (Except with love, which is madness, which doesn’t count) Every star has a person to belong to Every past holds hands tight with the future Every spark has a little bit of kindling And the crescendo of dreams shifts the world on its foundation (Burning bright means so much less than helping others catch flame.)
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*To me family is: All the people that mean something to you. They dont have to be blood. They dont have to  be the same race, gender, age, religion. As long as they mean something to you As long as you love them with everything you have. That is what I call Family.* ~~~~~~~~~ So you mean Like you are to me Fenix? ~~~~~~~~~~ Yes Hawk. That is what I mean. ~~~~~~~~ ***Fenix you know you are my sister. I love you through and through You've pulled me out of the gutter more times then I would like to admit. You've been there for me And I have tried my hardest to be there for you. To my children you will Always be Aunty. To my wife you are consider sister in law. I will always be your big brother There to protect you.*** ~~~~~ *Yes Hawk you are my big brother. Forever* ~~~~~ Infinity and beyond ~~~~~ *What are we? Toy story?* ~~~~~~ ***I am Buzzlightyear Hear me Roar*** ~~~~~~~~~ *Dear Gundi if your are buzz lightyear we are all doomed* ~~~~~ hums you got a friend in me ~~~~~~ And this is why we are family
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Family
In the middle of folding laundry one afternoon thinking this might not be a big deal but then again it's not such a bad way to spend the day and the back door opened and my neighbor showed up in full paintball gun attire and pointed his paintball gun at me and yelled at me to get on the ground! i smiled and put down my child's underwear and grabbed his Buzz Lightyear sound and light activated laser gun that he had recently gotten for Christmas and aimed it at him and yelled NO! You get on the ground and then 40 men rushed into my house and at least 10 of them had rifles and i was thrown down on the floor, wood floor, right cheek made direct impact and **** that hurt and i heard a shout of a voice ordering the 10 men with the 10  rifles pointed at my head not to shoot and that the shoot to **** order was off, that it was a toy plastic gun, he repeated, it was a plastic children's toy and in one fell swoop of motion my right shoulder was taken out of its socket and **** that hurt and twisted around behind my back  in order to handcuff that hand to my other hand and stand me up and walk me out as I watched dozens and dozens of what i could only presume to be storm troopers from the Star Wars movies wearing white protective gear covering their shoes bodies and faces entirely spilling into my house with the great invasion of an ant colony and several groupings of men in black pants and black shirts with white letters on the back spelling out different acronyms such as S. W. A.T., and K.B.I,  KDH&E;   The storm troopers were actually Bio HAZ MAT men testing to see if  the air quality in the house was higher than their acceptable limits of risk of having a chemical explosion occur while in the house on that afternoon of January when officers of the  Sheriff’s Office Special Operations Group executed a search warrant at my house on Main St.in my small town in Kansas and made entry at the location and took me into custody while Certified **** Lab Techs from the Sheriff’s Office collected 2 Mountain Dew bottles and some rubber tubing and rendered the items safe and Agents of HazMat Inc. were contacted and responded to collect the hazardous materials for disposal I sat in the back seat of the cop car and thought this might be a big deal this could be a bad way to spend the day
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
life changing afternoon of January
In the middle of folding laundry one afternoon thinking this might not be a big deal but then again it's not such a bad way to spend the day and the back door opened and my neighbor showed up in full paintball gun attire and pointed his paintball gun at me and yelled at me to get on the ground! i smiled and put down my child's underwear and grabbed his Buzz Lightyear sound and light activated laser gun that he had recently gotten for Christmas and aimed it at him and yelled NO! You get on the ground and then 40 men rushed into my house and at least 10 of them had rifles and i was thrown down on the floor, wood floor, right cheek made direct impact and **** that hurt and i heard a shout of a voice ordering the 10 men with the 10  rifles pointed at my head not to shoot and that the shoot to **** order was off, that it was a toy plastic gun, he repeated, it was a plastic children's toy and in one fell swoop of motion my right shoulder was taken out of its socket and **** that hurt and twisted around behind my back  in order to handcuff that hand to my other hand and stand me up and walk me out as I watched dozens and dozens of what i could only presume to be storm troopers from the Star Wars movies wearing white protective gear covering their shoes bodies and faces entirely spilling into my house with the great invasion of an ant colony and several groupings of men in black pants and black shirts with white letters on the back spelling out different acronyms such as S. W. A.T., and K.B.I,  KDH&E;   The storm troopers were actually Bio HAZ MAT men testing to see if  the air quality in the house was higher than their acceptable limits of risk of having a chemical explosion occur while in the house on that afternoon of January when officers of the  Sheriff’s Office Special Operations Group executed a search warrant at my house on Main St.in my small town in Kansas and made entry at the location and took me into custody while Certified **** Lab Techs from the Sheriff’s Office collected 2 Mountain Dew bottles and some rubber tubing and rendered the items safe and Agents of HazMat Inc. were contacted and responded to collect the hazardous materials for disposal I sat in the back seat of the cop car and thought this might be a big deal this could be a bad way to spend the day
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Where along did the line become dotted? When did the line become crossable through gaps? Steady white line, double parallel yellows Following this lined street till I find the end, Till I get to the bottom, Till this drawn line stays constant and cannot be crossed. Who was the first to cross this line that is so drawn on my soul? That so moves me to boil with red convection and spill Drips down my pan side face. Third degree flame ignited pain In every line of bone and vain in my body. Walking by playground filled with shouts and laughs, Stomping little feet, hands of monkeys. Nothing but joy and impressions, pressed into the skin. Children are so easily impressed. The blacktop filled with lines is the child’s whole world Of lines to frolic at four-square or hop-scotch to the jungle bars. On the way to the cafeteria to lunch with pink and blue tennis shoes And lunch boxes of Snow White and Buzz Lightyear Listen when told to stay in line. Listen to: Lines of scratched skin. Lines crossed. Lines of makeup drips. Lines crossed always remembered. Lines of people trying to forget Being line crossed by one who found a gap. In the middle of that same bad dream I always try to wake you up before it happens. To you who veers the line, you who crossed You who stings, you who injures: When and where I meet you, I will show you these lines. I will teach you.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Lines
*To me family is: All the people that mean something to you. They dont have to be blood. They dont have to be the same race, gender, age, religion. As long as they mean something to you As long as you love them with everything you have. That is what I call Family.* ~~~~~~~~~ So you mean Like you are to me Fenix? ~~~~~~~~~~ Yes Hawk. That is what I mean. ~~~~~~~~ ***Fenix you know you are my sister. I love you through and through You've pulled me out of the gutter more times then I would like to admit. You've been there for me And I have tried my hardest to be there for you. To my children you will Always be Aunty. To my wife you are consider sister in law. I will always be your big brother There to protect you.*** ~~~~~ *Yes Hawk you are my big brother. Forever* ~~~~~ Infinity and beyond ~~~~~ *What are we? Toy story?* ~~~~~~ ***I am Buzzlightyear Hear me Roar*** ~~~~~~~~~ *Dear Gundi if your are buzz lightyear we are all doomed* ~~~~~ hums you got a friend in me ~~~~~~ And this is why we are family
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
Family
There’s no fear in the place I’m going to be in a few years, In the time it takes to tune a piano, In the decades of a dog’s wagging tail. There’s nothing scary there. When I’m as many years older As there are seconds in a lightyear, Or sound waves in wallpaper, I’ll still be cock-a-doodle-doing perfectly Dandy in a yellow-spotted bouncy way. When I’ve said and written as many Words as there are to say on an afternoon, And when my heart’s as old and big As orange and gold, as great as A slide whistle going up, up, up, then, I’ll see what I saw when I was The size of a bright laugh: That all the world, in its infantile grace, (Even the places nearly shaded from sight) Is bursting with unexplainable light.
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Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 6:43 PM UTC
Real Genius
Are you searching or are you lost Have you, a map or are the stars your guide Because if so I'd like to tell them To not keep you for long As the blades of grass I'm sitting on are starting to suffocate with the earth beneath barely keeping themselves together Are you searching or are you lost Because I'd like to know how much longer I have in waiting or is it even worth all the petals I've strung away And just in case time runs out I want you to know that I was here That I've always been listening from the other side of the moon Are you searching or are you lost Because perhaps one day if you do find me I'd like to tell you about that one time I felt infinite with only the night sky as company and a choir of stars as a lullaby Are you searching or are you lost Because I hope I haven't been the only one crossing oceans of doubt and climbing mountains of fear with hopes of being a lightyear closer from where you are Are you searching or are you lost Because I too, am searching but I'm quite afraid I might probably be a little lost
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
things for the wind to bring
The light that shines upon me, Is the reflection of your beauty That sweet sunshine Radiates like diamonds from a deep mine It blinds me and I can't see much else A fire roars in my heart and I burn myself.   A bright star against an obsidian sky, Light as overwhelming as the sparkle in your eye But you've illuminated my life more than any flaming orb could, If I had to travel a lightyear to get to you I would. Like a supernova, you ripped apart my world And put it back together in the shape of a beautiful girl.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Light of My Life
I bought a Joker bobblehead at an antique store it bobbled it's head as I went out the door it bobbled and turned   and with a laugh it said get me out of this box ***** or I'll slice off your head I turned right around went back in the store and asked for a refund of $11.54 - including tax I'm sorry she said no refunds given here now you're stuck with that ***** may God help you my dear he's carved and beheaded every Woody in my collection he set fire to Buzz Lightyear and gave Barbie a c-section he's the devil himself inside that bobbin' head you'd better unload him or soon you'll be dead before she could put the closed sign on the door I heard the feet of the Joker as they hit the floor now you've done it she moaned we've lost his *** now I'm taking lunch so find him somehow before I could think of what my game plan would be a voice, and a bob, bob, bob  from behind laughed at me '10.99 for the Joker plus tax!?' and I turned just in time to catch Daniel Boone's ax between the eyes!
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Joker
*My heart pounds like the Leonids. I fail to find the voice to console her. I do not wish to be the reclining Moon, Nor the twilight that reminds her of the little things. She has the eyes of a heavenly body, I love her blindly. And as the slow lightyear of a tear Shoots down to her lips, I wonder How the stars really taste like. And so we kiss,      But it did not change the universe.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
A Kiss On The Shoulder
My Cuddlebugs, November 25th, 2010 Good night and sleep tight say your prayers every night. Have pleasant, sweet dreams of laughing and playful screams, and of your joyful friends flying kites in the wind or kicking the ball through the leaves of Fall. Remember this and it's first on my list I'll love you forever and we'll soon be together Our bond is so strong to try and break would be wrong. You're in my heart always in my prayers all the days. To not have you here, I shed tear after tear I'm counting down to the day I bring you back home to stay. What's happening to us isn't fair and you'll see that your smiles and laughter belong home with me. Until then be strong even though this is wrong and again soon our home will have laughter and cheer, running and jumping with Iron Man and Buzz Lightyear. So, until that day I too will be strong and together we can go to infinity and beyond! Love, MOMMY
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Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
Cuddlebugs
Bars of the year Im lightyears ahead of my peers They need lightyear speed to be at least near Im already in the future my flow galatic Futuristic bars thats traveling At the speed of light You can Only catch a image with satellites Flow like black holes My mind celestial To be technical ima extraterrestrial Flyer than an astro Im passed pluto An Almighty being gave me this cerebral My presence can be felt in the devils cathedral Yall space shuttles need more artificial intelligence I beat rappers wit my past flow thats past tense Even in the present im better my mind need some excedrins Im jus continuing from the sequel My past flow was even unbeatable Its not legal To be thinking
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Bars of the Year
If you saw me I might be upside down, Different spectra of vibrations Pulsing from my goosebumped knees. I imagine if I sweep my arms back and forth Across the benthic stretches of our skies I may feel your structure In the crease of my thumb. I reach my hand out to touch you. Your elbow is somewhere in space, Bent a certain posture. It's possibly inverted, But it could be rigid and reaching for my hair. I think your forehead may point toward my collarbone, Protruding like deer antlers. In your universe my collarbone looks different, Objects that will never be metaphoric molds for my words, But exist in every third line of your poetry You may or may not write. In-between our possible distance There are millions of bodies, Or just a few. Neither of these options we can see Or touch. We will never know how close our blinks are. Yet I can feel my breath rush down my chin, Knowing if we ever found each other Your exhale would twist into mine.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Lightyear Distance Relationship
I love you and always will but I can no longer beg or force you to stay. I don’t know how much more pain and heartbreak my heart can take. Don’t fall in love with a poet because your heart will break and you know it. I wish someone had told me that before I fell so deep in love with you. Within your circle of friends someone knew that you were falling in love with someone new. But you kept me waiting all this time just so you could let me down like gravity. I gave you the galaxy but somehow you still needed more space – that was very imprudent of you. My Buzz Lightyear heart was willing to love you to infinity and beyond. The buzz my love gives out could last for light-years so this is more than just another toy story. Love does not know the pain it heals and pain does not know the love it seeks. It’s hard walking away from a girl whose arms I’ve always wanted to run into. What should I do now with the love that I have always wanted to give to you? Someone knew that you were gradually falling in love with someone new. You should have known where I was coming from; I was doing just fine before you came along. Someone knew that there was a possibility that I closed myself off from loving someone new because of you.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC
Someone Knew
I honestly can’t tell you how I feel if I haven’t fully internalised my emotions. My ex-girlfriend used to tell me that showing vulnerability is a weakness. Even when we were both falling in love, she always kept her distance. For a good reason that never sat well with me, that’s why we let each other down like gravity. I’ve been repeatedly questioning myself for over some time now, why am I lacking longevity? We could never rewrite our history because even if I gave her the galaxy, she would still need more space. My Buzz Lightyear heart was willing to love her to infinity and beyond. This is pain and poetry, this is me drowning in depression and loneliness. This is me admitting that I am an emotional wreck, my heart is in a mess. I’ve been concerned about caring for everyone that I lost touch with loving myself wholeheartedly. I’ve been concerned about caring for everyone that they gradually stopped checking up on me. So, from this point onwards, know that all these poems will no longer be written the same. These words cannot explain the tidal waves of mystery I always find myself drowning in. These waves of depression drown me in complete silence, so even if I cried for help you wouldn’t be able to hear me. It’s unfortunate that even if I cried for help you wouldn’t be able to save me.
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Tidal Waves of Mystery
We wish you a happy Halloween To celebrate Halloween Party on at Halloween Yes that sounds so radical dude Party with the goblins Party with Dracula Party with the ghosts Party with monsters Party with Godzilla Oh yeah we will be happy at Halloween yes we will celebrate it oh yeah Party with red cordial for blood Lolly snakes for worms Black liquorish for the bowerconstricter Yes that sounds really rad Kids going trick or treating Dressed up as characters they like Some people go as Tim the toolman And buzz lightyear and mr potato head Happy Halloween happy Halloween Happy Halloween everyone
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
PARTY EARLY AT HALLOWEEN
i measure snow by the lightyear -- only a few atoms per cubic meter. do you hear the crystals form? the unfeeling, passionless mist looms over the door, like over the bin of lamb chops at the grocer's. an exit with no entrance a retreat with no paid leave. why won't you let me in? i can see so many dying stars in that compound eye of a cockroach who hides in the walls, behind a shield of asbestos, turning over onto its back, vulnerable. a thin sheet of ice forms over a puddle. i dip my foot in and my boot so easily permeates, intrudes.
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
dry ice
Feeling the palm of your hand in mine is all I can ask for in order to feel calm. Sometimes I fear that I miss my life passing by as I'm trying so hard to remember everything, trying desperately to record instead of actually listening. I feel as though I live more through my memories than I do in the present, and even while they are happening I begin to feel nostalgic for the moment at hand; I know that life is the sand of an hour glass, but I still cry when the grains slip between my fingers. I want to shatter the glass of this containment, but instead I trace the curve like I would of your cheek, wishing for every yesterday to last forever. They say there are more stars in the sky than the number of grains of sand on every beach on Earth, and I know how each kiss burns like a lightyear. I can't imagine how long it would take to count these seconds, losing time with every breath
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
The Universe in an Hourglass
belief-mantra-habbit-ritual love-joy-peace-embrace-warm-love shock-release-catch-fall-push-jump change-create-shift-lightyear quiet-relax-serenity-calm-shine unbelievable-wonderful-flowing transparency-wish-hope-magic-beauty celebration-happiness-rejoice
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
Prayer