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We often do not
Notice when the small things go
Like one firefly
In the midst of a crowd
Or a star
In the presence of the moon
This story was far from a sentence
But it started from a word
From one thought to another
From pleasure to hurt
But I see as the petals
Start to fall
As the ink
Runs dry
The once rivers
Turned to stone
Like a magic story
That was a lie
They do not cry for you
But I stand at your grave
The symbol of my presence
And the shadow of my pain
I once held you
Like a treasure
But that too
Was gone
How often did love measure
With a rose's love thorn
This poem is inspired by the elegy of something other than a person
The day that faded into black, the mist that was thick
Tears that fell from the skies, the people on that list
I know that I told you , but I promise I'm not lying
I know that you don't believe me, but then why would I be crying?
I'm sorry that I hurt you, it's because I cared
I didn't know who to go for, I didn't know but I was scared
I thought I had a purpose, but I guess I'm just tied
I promise that I am these things, I promise I didn't lie
I don't want the day to fall, because then I will too
I don't want to go to sleep, because I might forget you
I know that it's not worth it, but where else do I go
This world is full of places that even I wouldn't know
A place up in the stars that seems to welcome my embrace
A world full of colors, and a world without hate
A world without torture, and a world without fights
A world without words that hurt, the fear of picking sides
Up above I could go, right here and now
Up above I could go, to escape from these words too loud
But fear keeps me in chains, and I know lord: You will question
Why I don't let go of it, why I choose to listen
And I know you see my scars, and me convinced I shouldn't
Believe in you, because I simply just couldn't
When in reality, I could, and I could hold them still
Even when I'm gone with my grave up on that hill
I'll become the night that blew up with color
I'll become the connection between two friends, or lovers
I'll become the air you breathe, and the water that you drink
I'll become the blood that you beat, and the vision that you see
And so...
Tears that fell from the skies, people on that list
With names that dripped from the paper, I've welcomed d*ath's kiss
2024, found
Your future shines bright from the heavens
I wish you'd see it for yourself
But instead, I watch your sad eyes look back
on pasts and regrets
and also continue on with a smile
This is a poem that I wrote for a friend about a month ago, this is also connected to The Observer
Each time I share my words with you, chains tethered onto every sentence unleashed
Held in silence, I can't help but love anything and everything
Life: So precious and beautiful
Like glittering glass on a night of shimmering velvet
Is this unfamiliar thing such a fragile treasure,
so tainted by my hands?
I think of falling, of the ground dropping away--- revealing
The thrashing waters from the storm ahead
I think of holding a breath that doesn't belong to me
Holding arms as tears silences screaming voices;
Until words themselves are lost in the soft skies
and trembling mountains
I broke my rules for you  
       As the sky had broken with my rain
Twice did the swinging bells ring
      Twice did the windchimes sway
Twice were chances given for you to hit true
      But alas, both arrows missed the target
Because both were aimed for my heart
      And silent, bleeding, did I take the bow

I broke my beliefs for you  
      As each line was rewritten in red ink
Burning paper drifted into ashes
      Aflame as the memories started to leave
Twice did the sky thunder into sparks
      Twice did the match fade back into smoke
Twice was the love chained and retained
      But alas, a heart is wild and will escape its cage
And twice, did it return beaten and bruised
      So silent, bleeding, did I take the bow
Cold, and Empty.
Walking the same paths you bore.
The truth comes out, and the story wasn't what it seemed
I hold your hand--- You'll stay right? You swore
But that too won't stop you from leaving
Wasn't quite sure what to name this one, I always find myself wanting to name it when it has a name slot but i never really name it, because sometimes it doesn't need a name. It just needs the emotion
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