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Child Like by Natasha Bartley When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask? I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
I’m everywhere.I’m all around.I’m not in one place. I don’t have a body.I am more than a body. I don’t take up any space.I don’t have any insides.I don’t have any outside.
it is easy to love you in the fantasy i’ve formed in my mind, for under the protection of my imagination, we are together. we are perfect. we are infinite.
Stand. Stay still. Keep silent. Mouth opening and closing, speechless at this brilliant moment, sky tearing apart in your heart.
The sun is a favorite star, until it sets. then there is only you. shining in a brilliant darkness, you and I in an ocean of messy stars. i am so small in this place-
I think there are times
When I was a little girl, I quickly took to finger painting. It seems that many still enjoy Tracing brush strokes across my deepest canvases. If you look closely you will find:
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What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
Love is infiniteBound by nothingCreated by manDemolished by noneLove is finiteBound by the consciousCreated by the heartDestroyed by betrayal
Where to begin, On this mystery within, Pondering brought great knowledge, Believing brought great hope, But both held no meaning beyond the parametrical scope.
She lives in the sea, While I live on Galilee, our hearts, in multiple dimensions, with infinite ascensions, A silent spacious realm, with our love at its helm, our hearts,
I could see the universe in your eyes, leaping through my body, dripping from my bones. Your breath took mine away. As we got lost together in our infinite lust,
Love is more than four letters, more than just a feeling, more than just an emotion you can emulate or copy. Love is human, love is what unites us even in our own divide.
Insidious dreams on the Eden of man A generation held in a pharmacist’s hand The crow is the devil and the devil rides thee Cigarettes are sold at the children’s tree Now thee shall know the human touch
I am a speck. A tiny, little speck of dust floating in the wind. You are all so much bigger than me. I’m just floating, while you cater to a higher existence.
I love the summer The way the sun kisses everything in its path drowning it in a glow as if it were lit up on a stage awaiting for anxious eyes to watch their performance. The air
There are some drives Down the open flat of The coast highway, where we had hair Whipping against our cheeks, stinging, As the effect never shown in pictures.
Spread like thick mist of perpetual darkness, The harbinger, the evil, the snake, mischievous. Slithers. Spreads the black cloud of human error across the deep souls of mortal man.
I have a vivid memory. It's not black, darkness, emptiness, but instead, a total lack thereof, devoid of anything. I can't perceive how alone I am, if at all. Something is watching me.