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Poetic T Feb 2015
He was the wandering gas giant
Floating around,
"Space the final play ground"
He would swim in the oceans
Of blackness,
His aura changing to the mood
He was
Feeling,
Thinking,
Thoughts,
Of gas never stay long, they
Are but vapours, thoughts,
Then lost in the galactic winds
A memory departed in vacant spaces.
He would
Hop,
Skip,
Jump,
Over asteroid belts, carefully
So not to stub his gaseous toe,
The micro meteor showers,
Tickled as they flew through
He was told not to play near
"The burning ball"
"The lights in the sky"
Its colours were hypnotic
He was to close,
And with but a flash
"In a moment"
He was once a gas giant
But he got too close,
A momentary flash of luminous colours
Filled the darkness like a rainbow of flame,
Then there was but the flaming star,
"Gas giant was no more"
He was but a wisp,
A cloud of breath blown far from the flame
"He had learnt a lesson"
He had gone too near to the star,
Now he was the little cloud wondering
"Never fear he will grow once again"
But a lesson learnt,
"Listen to parents"
Flame is enticing, but is a consumer
Of all far and near,
The giant learnt the hard way,
And paid a price very dear,
He was once a gas giant, now just a little one
Wandering the darkness he will heal,
But never to be the giant he was before.
Lenore Lux Jan 2015
There's so much about the way leaves look.
Under light.
Wet with rain.
I seize up.
Memories.
Of service.
Rush into.
My safe space.
For all I've hardened is just a front.
elizabeth Jan 2015
In the spring,
you told me
you loved the smell
of gasoline
as we spent two hours
walking through the city
talking about
whatever came to mind

In the summer,
you told me
you wanted to drive
with me
for a few hours
until we reached the lake
where all of your dreams
seem to come true

In the fall,
you told me
you couldn't drive
to see me
because for the last five hours
your blood had been slowly
turning into alcohol
but you did it anyway

In the winter,
you told me
to hold my tongue
and my tears
for half an hour
as my mind, heart, and car raced
until I didn't know which one
would crash first
Word: Drive
RH 78 Dec 2014
In the trench alone.
when will I go home?
From No mans land I hear another moan.
surely, he will not go home.
Mans fight to the death.
"Please come home" our nearest say under their breath.
Blood turns the mud red.
How many more boys and men will go home dead?
A moments silence.
Bird song.
A trickling stream.
It's just a dream.
Mustard gas!
Barbed wire!
Gun fire!
In the trench alone.
When will I go home?
MC Hammered Dec 2014
Suitcase filled, gas tank
full, the keys have been returned.
Finally, left you.
Kelsey Doolittle Dec 2014
The dimly lit doorway

into a place where you only

spend five minutes and five bucks

the place between lost

and I’m willing to lose it all

the highway, a tongue

and this, just a taste bud

the simple reward of sweet

combined with the punishing truth

that this is the last stop before the end

this is where I find

what I’m looking for
Kotodama Oct 2014
I am
solid li
quid and g a  s.
Do not define me
because I refuse to exist
in just one state.
I have a  
crystalline structure
with unbreakable bonds yet
I     want   to crash like   receding     waves
rapidly; through the morn
and be
like o
          xy
                 g
        en
unnoticed but longed.
Watch me as I
melt–evapora t        e–con
dense.
Kenshō Sep 2014
That Ghastly Star,
Leagues away stretched
Unique in sky, hovering etched.

Haze of gas
Infested by bacilli
Shrouded by countless specks.


Dull and Dying,
Consumed by time, hollowed by bore;
That blustering light shone no more.
.
Matthew Sep 2014
I should be thinking about you
but I am thinking
about inevitabilities.

Like how my dog's life will end before mine.
And how my heart isn't even beating half the time.

Maybe it would be better to relax our grip.
take our eyes from the sky
feel the string slip

There's biology and there's sociology and there's
plenty
of other people out there, man.

and

We'll pop
either way
or deflate
someday.
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