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The most beautiful sights were the twinkling stars I saw at night, scattered like moon-dust in the jet-black sky. They acted as beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world,
The girl: Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, fly. Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, fly! Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, why? Do you stay here?
Each relationship begins As a blank canvas And ends either
Verse: Mist, in my eyes Ice, heart melts, freeze Dive, into ocean spacious as skies Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep Still profound, unexplored Wonder, how change will give more
Take it easy Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see, But you’re quick to burn too fast... Be mindful & burn slow...
Roaring above the blooming trees yells at the animals around him. He hasn’t heard this sound before, And he’s second guessing every step forward
Tonopah is where I like to be, Tonopah is full of rich history. Tonopah is a place for exploration, Tonopah is my favorite destination. Tonopah is a place everyone should roam,
I hear you I hear you in the pouring rain... Words Words that cannot escape my brain. The unexplained
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
A longing within the deepest of skin Flows like a heedless stream For there we were, distant but sure That all was like a waking dream I gazed in eyes that analyzed Processing what I contained
The world has turned its face from the Sun, And I don't know if it will turn again. In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
She's broken inside with nowhere to hide, yet she has everything in the world. She's got family and friends and the spoiling never ends. But what she wants is just a connection. Where is he?
He said that I was a science experiment An untouched batch of curiosity and exploration His crystallized liquid epoxy Had forgotten in his infatuation in his curiosity and in his exploration
You were born in the stars(but it doesn't help you find deliverance) Their sky, it's brillianceit's grandeur.They tell youyou're destined to finda way up there.But all it does is
Poetry is the sun's ray as it greets the earth every morning. Poetry is the oxygen we breathe as we search for something more. Poetry is the words on a page that form the universe around us.
From behind the gates of innovation And deep within an inventors thoughts Lay the eyes of eagles, sharp Posed for rare predation Yet, through schisms of brilliance
Zero Hour, 9AM. The ground rushes away from us at untold speed! Atop this giant rocket-propelled bullet we lift from the very sky itself! First stage disengaged!
An endless dark Boundless for eternity Started with but a spark And magnified into glorious vastness With great bodies of flame and light Ringed with odd assortments of rock and gas
If I’d rather watch Will I ever rather roam? If I’d rather dwell on futures Will there ever be just one? If I never talk about it Will they leave me here alone? If I never Is rather a choice?