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Exploring the catacombs of the others minds
We were so busy that we forgot to not fall in love
So now I know your soul better than I could ever know my own
As you say that this is just harmless fun
Even you don’t believe that now.

It is irrelevant how much we deny it
We’ve spent so long in hiding
But under the light of the moon and the sun
You looked at me in as I have never been looked at before
Almost as if you were examining my very soul
That is why I believe them when they say
There are different way to say I love you than through words.
At the summit of the
windswept hill.
She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
beautiful and serene.
the wind blowing
through her lovely hair.
She told me
she was a fallen angel.
That her wings
had been taken
away by heaven.
She said she would get
them back one day.
Then teach me how to fly.
Way above the mountain
high above the moon.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them
like her lost wings.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one
who can make
my lonely heart sing
When I was a kid,
I had teeth like sharks,
Fangs like vampires,
Claws like a hawk,
Motivation like a cheetah after its prey,
Determination for death like a vulture.

When I grew older,
My teeth started getting replaced,
My fangs became dulled,
My claws became short nails,
And day by day my motivation grew dim,
Like a candle burning on its last drips
But my determination for death also subsided.
I became assimilated by humanity.
I became human.

And as being human I did what humans do,
Seek for beauty that exists in a dark night so blue.
I admired the stars,
I am a star gazer.
It is clear your interest in me started to rot.
I just hope that you remember the short fun time and
you never forgot.
There was something between us we did not figure out or know.
All that matters is that you're happy,
so fine,
I'll let you go.
Make a better way of life
It's out there in the sunshine
No need for misery
It's part of the day and night
No more screaming
No manipulation
Holding back the hate
It's never too late
To find the key to success
I feel I can do great things
If I only allow love in
No more *******
Better off again and again
To smile at chaos and difficulties
There's no shame in it
Life is beautiful
An array of rainbows and butterflies
If only I let go of the past
And let the colors sparkle within
For when I am feeling good
I will be considerate to others
And give off my electric magnitism
Hoping it will rub off
And make you feel better too
A lot of poets are smithing words
in the middle of the night.
A new tunnel of memories and feelings
are being made every second.
And as a poem written in blank letters.
I will soon be forgotten. Drowned.
In the ocean of  poetry.
Night is the time of the poet!
If you take me now Away from this future
That has only allowed
Nothing I prefer
As everything disappears

I weep I weep
Dreaming to differ
From dreams that offer defeat
Can you save them mister?

Something I once sought
Has only learned to rot
In this graveyard of vision
That's lead to failed missions.

So I am here
Escaping the day through you
Yet I am still pretty near
The fear of my failed connections
That have never stayed true,
Will it all repeat?
The shadows of my despondency continuously dart
between the dark crevices of the forest born in my mind
with the river of thought flooding violently, tearing me apart
and drowning me unhurriedly as it sweeps me under, most ill-timed.
Days go on and I just drone out
Zone out thinking what am I going to do about
This life I'm leading and this air I'm breathing
Which is better? Which is worse?
sometimes I feel cursed
To let history repeat itself until I end up in a hearse
Sometime you're not going to be able to blame someone else until all that's left is your own doing
Ask yourself when did you stop pursuing?
Those wild dreams and adventures you talked so vividly about?
You only fail, when you quit!
Success is inevitable so let me tell you quick
Take both hands and get a grip
Because it's your life to live and you're stuck with it
A bubble appears
Small and smooth
Symmetrical
Transparent
Hued in pink and blue
Harmless
Our instinct is to pop
Amused by its bursting
Why?
It will explode as it lands softly to the ground.
Why not let it be?
Admire it's beauty
Floating in purity.
Clear and delicate
A free spirit
Until it hits the ground
Pop!
It vanishes

© Jl 2016
I was taking a shower one morning, and saw this bubble floating. My initial instinct was to pop it, then realized... Why?
I pondered about cruelty, wars, destroying nature,  and how our human instinct to destroy still exist. But why?  Haven't we evolved from our hunter and gatherer days... Or have we?
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