~Chrylibis
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Touch the SkySurely nothing is better than a trampoline.Touch the Sky
Bouncing higher and higher Propelling yourself skyward with every bound Feeling the air rush and whip around you as you gain momentum
But best of all,
Harnessing that incredible freedom
Like some fantastic bird riding the wind And having the entire world at your fingertips.
But in the heat of the moment, at your maximum height Somehow you lose balance. And as you stumble, you stub your toe And you fall, robbed of the experience,
your fingers nipped in the harsh metal springs
by ~Chrylibis
Monday Morning MelancholyHow I’d love to smash that loathsome alarmMonday Morning Melancholy
Hurl it across the room and watch it break The delicate springs within snapped and twisted The hateful clockwork forever destroyed And maybe get a little sleep
The once-pleasant whistle of the kettle Is now a shriek of anguish and solitude The coffee mugs are cracked and stained With pathetic, uninspiring slogans “Have a productive day.”
I dread the stacks of paperwork They may as well be towering mountains Insurmountable castles and stone walls Showering me with boiling pitch and deadlines Perhaps the
by ~Chrylibis
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I Am Not Breathing...I.I Am Not Breathing...
i do not like to look at pictures of you when i am away
because that way when i see you again i remember that you are sidewalk chalk and i am asphalt and you make me look like more fun at recess
and the way you look at me is not concrete and the way you bless me with your breath is religious because like i told you God is everywhere and God is in you
because there is no other way that you could have so much light shining through the holes in your chest
and even though y
by ~JadedAngel227
because you are not an artist.i know that when you look at love you see books and papers and math and miles and sentences that are too long and confusing to read all the way through and the way you look at me with contempt when i hold your naked back makes me want to scream and cry and slap your knuckles with rulers like I am a nun and i know you don't believe in God so it won't matter when i tell you that i think our love-making is the answer to too many unspoken prayers of the people we don't know who litter the earth with their indecisiveness.because you are not an artist.
BECAUS
by ~techniicolorgirl
MaybeMaybe saying I love you is no more or less than saying I am alive or saying I believe in God,Maybe
because really, God has opened His heart like a teapot and poured me full of hot-chocolate-melted love, stirring me with a life-spoon until liquid beauty spills down my sides, flowing its way to your lips.
Maybe that's not enough, and all this God-sourced waterfall isn't enough to satisfy us
because still I want to dance around streetlights and palm trees, singing a tune I composed while watching your fingers. And still I want to wrap a lip
by ~arliddian
How It FeelsI asked God, "How does it feel to be in love?How It Feels
How does it feel to see someone's God-light gleaming through the eye-holes of the cardboard mask that is fixed in place for everyone but you?
How does it feel to have your knees drip drip drip away into a river on your driveway and wash into stormwater drains
when you see
rainy-Sunday-afternoon smiles?
How doe
by ~arliddian
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