silly little moon,who could only ever love the sun.greedy sun,who forever coveted the stars.mischievous stars, who led on the sun,but could not stop from falling in love with the moon.and lonely, lonely earth,could not help but fall in lovewith the ideas of them.we,as in you and me,are like the sunand the moon,and the stars.(even earth, in all it's loneliness,but at least the earthhas the sky for company)we fall in love with all the wrong people,and can only watch as they fall in love with another(who is not me, or youand will never be you, nor me.)

Nothing

Some thing

A ghost

A shadow

Mired in shadows

Except look at her really

Everything that does or will exist dances across the corners of her eyes

No-one

Silent one

Machine

Dangerous

Made for danger

Except look at him really

The fires that will burn down your kingdom rage in the stiffness of his lips

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I want people to understand him but they won't

They love their children

Their own children

And only their own children

They don't understand how power works

And they don't understand how worthless life is when all that's in front of you is how worthless you're told to think other people are

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Truth hurts

Mint leaves leave the house

House of trees

To meet the taste

Taste of a tea

When we put mint leaves into the teapot

It gives the vibes to chill

Chill out till you meet the roots

Roots of the tree

When we can’t find the start

Start of life

We will begin to hurt ourselves

In order to kill the pain

You gotta survive through the worst nights

When you do

You will find a star

Only shine for you

It will be the gateway to the miracle

Fatherland oh Fatherland you want to sculpt and mould me

Sculpt me mold me, paint and press me into conformity

Materials so pretty, made of murdered bodies

Make me love and want and own the lifestyle of finery

———

I’d rather die than have your selfish morals

I’d rather starve than eat when others can’t

I’ll give all I have for love universal

You don’t make me feel sorry with your rant

———

Motherland oh Motherland you bleed but still you guide me

You bleed and guide, you weep inside, and you always worry

Your loss, grief, and poverty. Your lies and honesty.

No matter what rulers say I give you my loyalty

———

I’d rather die than go against your morals

I will not eat because your people can’t

I’ll give all I have for love universal

I’ll follow you no matter how they rant

———

Fatherland hits Motherland

He shouts and screams and rages

Economy fuelled by blood

Her people must earn wages

Fatherland hits Motherland

He thinks he is a good man

Her stitched mouth and soul that floods

I must do all that I can

———

I’d rather die than have Fatherland’s morals

I will not eat because Motherland can’t

Humanity is for love universal

I heed her silenced I don’t heed his rant

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Dear depression, do you think that you can stop me?I know the answer, but I see you getting cockyI've seen you win this battle numerous timesBut you ain't ever gonna take a life that's rightfully mineI understandThat your intention is to infiltrate my mindAnd plant these little seeds of doubt that grow into a massive vineThat wrap around my head until I can't get looseYou started doing this already so you cannot loseAt least you thinkBut who's the one that's in control everythingThat has to with I how I functionRight, that's meSee I have grown an understanding of the things you doYou're a part of me, but not meSo I cannot loseI'm a product of an illness I was born withMy momma has anxiety and that's what I was formed inI tried to live a life that I was constantly ignoringThe truth about my mental state but that wasn't rewardingThe way that facing up to it isAnd understanding that it's not a shameful thing to admitI'm not okay sometimesAnd that sometimes is a bitDauntingAnd at times it makes feel like a kidThe way that I create imaginary scenarios in my headAnd fear them to the point that it gives me an existential dreadThat's greater than the fears that I have grounded in realityBut that's just what it's like to be living in your anxietyWe gone be alrightJust give it some timeThe more that we fight this fightThe more that anxiety dies

My surge of odes,

Becomes a trickle—

As though beavers,

Have erected some forsaken dam,

Inside the flow of my mind.

For in truth,

My writer’s soul,

Holds only a finite catalog,

Of verses and words,

With which to describe your infinite beauty.

For you are blindingly beautiful,

In characteristics,

Such as compassion, loyalty, and charity—

Just to proclaim a few.

In your unrivaled intellect—

Dare I whisper—

The sharpest knife in the shed!

Your humility—

You’ve kept me as a friend!

Your confidence—

Oh, I envy that!

And yes!

I add what follows,

As my self-conscious mind,

Elbows my heart in it’s proverbial ribs.

In body,

Not carnally spoken,

Of course,

This physical portion is.

My soul spews this,

While my mind guffaws,

Not comprehending emotion,

Nor the reversed flow,

Such lines as this display.

My heart glides by,

Tying the mind’s shoelaces together,

I write this in awe,

And in admiration,

Of you,

While cursing the fact,

That I possess so few words,

With which to proclaim your greatness,

And glowing virtue.

AW CRAP!

MY MIND JUST TRIPPED,

AND FELL DOWN A STAIRWELL!

I GOTTA GO!

In your smile, I discover undiscovered galaxies of love, and your touch is a melody that has never echoed before.

Every moment with you is an original symphony, and your words are verses brought by the love wind for the first time.

Through the labyrinth of the mysterious vortex of your heart, where no thought has tread, I find magic that has not been felt before.

Your love is an unexplored continent, and our story is an untold adventure that is just beginning.

In your embrace, I feel the pulsation of undiscovered emotions, and every moment spent with you is time that knows no past.

You are my unread chapter, and your love story is a book waiting to be written, as pure as the white paper where you will remain, my eternal love pen.

Abruptly i learned of the great burn

Images of places long visit now waste grey and black

Memories of the unforgotten faces there

The flames made my heart wept

A tree i want to plant

For new life to sing

But i am far to listen if a new song will ever begin

In the classrooms of yore, Side by side we sat;Through dawn and dusk, We journeyed through our nascent days.Chalk marks on the blackboard glittered like stars,While in our textbooks,Knowledge flowed like a quiet stream.

Once we chased and frolicked across the fields,The afternoon sun showering down,Laughter echoed around.Now, as time hastens on, We've taken separate paths,Old classmates, like brothers—Do you fare well?

May your lives be as rich as poetry,As smooth as a painting,With laughter and tears from memories pastWeaving into an endless melody,In hope that one day, We may reunite, andContinue our heartfelt tale.

Seen the People Who

Believe the lies

All of they Life

Till they are blinded by the light

They won’t see the lies lying on the mind

Who makes them realize

It won’t survive until you make it right

It will be too late to fix

The light

If you didn’t know

Where to turn the light to remove the dark night

Which

Covered with true life