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Reply by XxMouth.Of.SamaelxX
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On such a dark night as this
moon light please cover us in bliss
for if the sun would light us all
I'd give everything to heed your call
Reply by Billy
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It is like you to walk with me,so clean and pure and bright
Like the stars that shine at night
Like a real moon light
But you my sun and the light of all !
Reply by barely.set.dining.table
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without any source at all,
no one looks.
go on, go on
we can crowd around the campfire
for as long as we want to.
our voices cannot drown out
the depth of darkness
that lurks over our heads.
the moon is so brave
to stand in that very depth;
so kind she is too,
that she would ask to borrow the sun's light
just to make us feel safe.
Reply by vic_zombi3
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no one looks.
i feel eyes burning into my head
but when i turn, nobody is looking.
no one looks.
what if my hair looks bad,
or my makeup looks off?
will i stand out too much?
no one looks.
i walk through the halls in fear
without any source at all
and when i look around
nobody has noticed
my bad hair,
or my runny eyeliner,
or my chipped nail polish.
no one looks.
Reply by Cesar
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Check it out!
The young child says,
"Check it out!"
No one looks.
"Check it out!"
No one looks.
"Check it out!"
The child says over and over again, until eventually it gets tired of asking. Before you know it, the child is no longer young, no longer a child and it's stops trying.
Stop to check it out from time to time. Someone's life may be depending on it.
Reply by rhubarb
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Reply by The BX Prodigy Zav Merk
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Grand scheme of things
Reply by iamperoxide
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Reply by Crow
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my mind is hazy, clouded by nonstop screaming
Reply by Axis
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Reply by jimmieixo
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yesteryear
Reply by lilyiffer
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The realism of it all being quite depressing maybe even desperate...
Reply by Nao
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Hoping wishing cravig longing
I stare and i look and i guess all around me
I invade the souls around me nit picking them like a biology class
Making assumptions and comparing them to my idealism
The realism of it all being quite depressing maybe even desperate
My vision cant stay still and my mind cant keep quiet im absorbing everything around me wandering wandering wandering in busy lands that arent mine to preoccupy
Wondering and thinking. Assuming and guessing. Thinking and thinking and thinking.
Are they looking at me? Making assumptions and filling up the empty spaces in their minds with thoughts about me? Are they listening to my breathing, looking through my skin and entering my soul? Wanting to guess what type of person i am, wondering if i am worthy of them, worthy of being.
Reply by Tobias
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(Until, of course, u die. )
Reply by Cesar
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unfinished
Reply by Swampbaby
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Reply by Jiggy the Creative
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A silent triumph in the chest dissolves to dust,
Reply by Neli Keli
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Reply by .ahmad-coltrain hayens
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.get a grip, grip it good
Reply by The Feral Floozy
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Will I ever be ready?
Will I EVER be ready?
Get a grip.
Grip it good.
Quivering in ecstasy
Alive but dead.
Reply by Ryan
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"I wish I could do it again"; As if the universe were a singular construct with only one right answer. "I love you forever." Forever: A human construct. I love you until I'm sick of you, until I no longer feel desire for you, until daily life becomes mundane and I blame you for my unhappiness, until I find something else that peaks my interest, until the kids are grown, or until I die first; leaving you to wonder why you're still here. Shall I blame God? Didn't I get all that I hoped and longed and dutifully prayed for; Or am I upset because they died first, and I'm still here? Will I ever be ready? "I wish I could do it all again".
Reply by Cesar
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edit: aw man
Reply by haunter
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Reply by Poe_thetic_lie_sense
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In this seamless place,
Reply by Swampbaby
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Always been my destination
Reply by DoomedIdeas
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With enough limbs
Reply by Swampbaby
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Simply someone
Reply by Cesar
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baby blue
Reply by Swampbaby
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Tou can chase
Reply by Cesar
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Reply by Swampbaby
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Until now...
Reply by Cesar
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wouldn't you...
Reply by Swampbaby
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Rest is needed....
Reply by Cesar
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as it were
Reply by Cesar
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nothing but acceptance for the peril it precedes
Reply by inactive
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A stifled dance on frozen ground
Reply by Swampbaby
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Capacity for green forgivness...
Reply by Blackbird (Dale Winslow)
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Pause, in conversation…
In the negative space
between what you meant
and what emerged,
I discover migrant concerns—
sudden mists of miscalculation.
(Darling, there is a shudder
in the timeline of our alliance.)
Stepping out of dimensional servitude,
we find in the extraordinary echo
of your kaleidoscope heart,
the capacity for green forgiveness.
Reply by Swampbaby
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Broken Dialect...
Reply by Blackbird (Dale Winslow)
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a word forgotten
Reply by Swampbaby
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Turn in to...
Reply by Cesar
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small, light strokes
Reply by Swampbaby
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Glass canvas
Reply by Ghost_in_a_Jar
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I'm a bit- let's just say, not quite in my right mind.
Reply by Cesar
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and ask someone else
Reply by Swampbaby
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Conversation...it's an art...
Reply by Cesar
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creativity
Reply by Swampbaby
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Reply by Cesar
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(but all I want)
Reply by Swampbaby
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Ravaging for something...