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High, high up in the sky
Let's see how high I can fly
Where no blood or tears I shed
Caused of the fears I've had
Where no pain exist
And there's no one to miss
High, high up in the sky
Where no one can catch my eye
Where I can be alone
But still it feels like home
So let's fly high, high up in the sky
And tell the world Good Bye...
Let's see how high I can fly
Where no blood or tears I shed
Caused of the fears I've had
Where no pain exist
And there's no one to miss
High, high up in the sky
Where no one can catch my eye
Where I can be alone
But still it feels like home
So let's fly high, high up in the sky
And tell the world Good Bye...
Literature
Insomnia
A miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
Literature
Scars
You see the scars across his face.
A knife pulled across his cheek.
You see the scars all over her body.
Flames raged, her body ablaze.
You see the scars on his arm.
Where he slid over the tarmac.
You see the scars which are her knees.
With which she fell upon the floor.
You see the scars over his eye.
The knife took it away.
You see the scars on her legs.
Which she has cut so many times.
You don't see the scars in their minds.
Of all the words they heard.
Literature
Poetry
If poetry is art,
shouldn't mine be better?
Shouldn't I be able to show off my artistic genes,
and accomplish my artistic dreams,
and not end up living off of cans of beans,
buying crappy used jeans,
because i'm living beyond my means?
Well, I certainly hope things don't turn out that way.
So I guess i'll make a living off of something with better pay.
I suppose i'd better start to pray,
That I do end up becoming a therapist one day.
At least I hope so.
'Cause this poem sucks.
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I love all your writings <3