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Stars He was made of stars, and lived like a poem. Soft, and yet intense, filled with passion, and occasionally lapsing into nothing as all of the words and bright lights twined themselves back together and tried to heal the wounds. Wounds he inflicted upon himself through flaws in his broken form of love. The precious stars, they lived on words and emotion, burning together to form the poetic light which tried to shine for anyone who dared to see it. So often people would borrow of this light, and so often would his words fall away as the stars struggled to continue the reactions that would keep them alive.Stars by flashingnumbers
“take my hand” he offered again, and as she did, the light shuddered, but he wouldn’t feel it. He was certain that she would replace what she took before he ever missed it.
“take my hand” and the stars shimmered in a silent cry.
“I’ll walk with you” she promised “I will walk with you over that old road, so that
TallerIf you were bigTaller by flashingnumbers
Like the tallest tree looming over the forest
Then maybe you would have the strength
To save the lives you fight for.
If you were strong
Like the rapid currents as the river winds
Then maybe you would have the courage
To pull against the hands that hold you back.
If you were brave
Like the fearless wolf who stalks the night
Then maybe you would have the chance
To win the war you’ve waged inside.
But you’re small,
for your life.
You were big
When we were small
Big enough to fight the fears
Which tore us from inside.
You were strong
When we were weak
Strong enough to hold us up
When it was all we could do to breathe.
You were brave
When we were cowards
Brave enough to help us battle
The monsters from which we ran.
If you were beautiful
As the rising sun past a broken night
Then maybe you could hold a heart
And be loved.
But you are more beautiful
Than the dawn as it
Moving On Ever moving forwardMoving On by flashingnumbers
you're vast beyond your
Striving for creation
through your years of
You're holding to
to help you know your
they're fighting in the
You're clinging to
that put you where you
Don't look back
you've already gone too
Passing TimeThe setting sunPassing Time by flashingnumbers
pours over the earth
sparks fire on the blue horizon.
This is the hour of the end;
when animals of the day
retreat to their homes, and prepare for sleep
as creatures of the night awake.
When orange streaks of light steal the sky
as the sun tucks its head beneath the darkening blue
and the air holds a colder wind
though the atmosphere is slowly melting.
This is the hour of fire;
Until the sun slips away
and the moon's silver rises to the blackening sky
as the wind settles with a chill
consuming the land in a beautiful blanket
of stillness and speckled lights.
This is the hour of silence:
until the sun peaks again
and brightens the frozen land
sending yellow streams from the edges of the Earth
to warm the quiet air,
and the sky is heated by a softer light.
This is the hour of life.
The colors we live inWe live in a mess.The colors we live in by Slinky1996
One we've created ourselves, through our stubbornness and fear.
We believe the world is black and white and we've made no thought of color.
Yet we see in blue in red,
and so we speak in purple.
The sound crashes against our ears,
telling us to live like yellow.
Yet we're striving for green,
and falling short.
Wondering why our lives turned out so chartreuse.
It's that yellow in your green. Or more fittingly, the green in your yellow.
How about you stop being so maroon,
and be a little more magenta?
You're nowhere on track.
You're living so brown.
Open up a rainbow.
I'm loving like violet now.
Take on every shade, parade every highlight.
Wrap me up in orange,
I promise not to fight it.
You believe it's black and white but the cracks are getting bigger,
as the open minded people
start believing colors.
I watched the crime from the passenger's seatI watched the crime from the passenger's seat by BlackGoddess13
A flash, that's all I saw
Hanging in thin air
But still there
And I know I should have stopped
But woe is me for so
Deaf to naked prayer
Blue eyes have mine
Carried innocence before
Wracked with sin
The darkness they adorn
Thieves doth wrench the property
In broad break of day
To another victim prey
Young lad with his hands in the air
Face stiff with fear
I remain full aware
Watching as he's jeered
But alas, I move not
As the car passes him by
My tears hot
Where they burn my shameful eye
Police cars go streaming past me
As the criminals try to run
I hear there to be
The far away click of a gun
Leave me be
My loathsome self in shame
Deaf to the stream
Of voices as they call my name.
I am so sorry
I failed you darling
I am consumed by shame
And I don't even know your name
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And The Rain SpokeAnd The Rain Spoke by jackgunski
I looked outside,
maybe I didn’t need to,
and I saw the rain,
dotting the ground
in a brilliant lattice.
And so I stopped the
humming fans in my room,
and I heard the faintest sound
of a billion drops,
begging to be heard.
They whispered to me,
Can you hear it?
There is no reason,
there is only sound.
Sound, and those
who notice it.
And if you’re careful,
you can feel the world
like it was tied to your feet.
So listen closely…