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It crossed my mind And lingered there Like footprints in concrete It invaded my heart Made it home Like a bird nesting It lifted my soul On waxen wings I flew too close Now I ask myself My eyes closed Was it worth it?

I don’t care what one will say A writer is a writer No matter how low or how high their ability is If they favor to follow the pattern of a published poem And make it their own Then so be it They are a writer If they are familiar with a certain style of writing And they would just write in it for a while Then so be it They are a writer A writer is a writer There has not been one without a great story A writer will go to that extra mile So their characters can have a memorable voice They will sacrifice other stories Just to focus on one that haunts them A writer has an obsession With the voices that linger in their heads They will liste

I saw the perfect picture: you, staring up at the stars, breathing in the air and smiling, like this is what you wanted I think the moon is weighing down my heart, breaking my spine: I never thought I'd live this long but what does an eight-year-old know? and now it is an uphill battle won by walls and alcohol, tylenol and sleeping pills. I never thought I'd live this long and I guess that this is what you wanted but the stars are always getting farther away and I'm beginning to taste cold air and think: "I could be colder."

Sun girl, the whispering stars & feathered clouds dance for you tonight. Do not let anyone clip your wings; you were made for the skies.

If I wasn't such an introvert And was more energetic Would you have chosen to stay? If I wore a bit more makeup And I chose to be athletic Would you be with me today? Maybe if I dressed more girly And I went to bed more early You'd have thought I'm worth your time If I didn't dye my hair And I had more money spare Maybe you would still be mine And then I realised something As I analysed myself And it started to sink in If I made all of these changes I would become someone else Hiding my true self from him Would that really solve the problem Or would it just be a lie? I never got to find that out But I wouldn't have been happy Constantly in

I have seen nothing more tragic, Than watching love die. Enduring it’s painfully fade, As it stubbornly clings to life The slow death of a love, That’s filled with years of life. Or the sudden snap, As it blinks away in a lover’s eye. It doesn’t go easy, And it doesn’t go fast. It goes out fighting, Because love was made to last. It is a brilliant flame, Drowned in water. It clings to the air, With all its dying embers. Yes, I have seen no sadder sight, Than watching love as it dies. But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene, Than watching love be born  again, anew and free.

The romance of the stars is one that only planets can dream of so I told her "let's become planets tonight. Let's never go back to the heart wrench of home. There's too much beauty in the world to see to have our hearts be broken. Let's write letter to each other like Neil Armstrong writes the moon every night to remind her that he hasn't forgotten everything they every had. What they had was so precious."

Smiling into the sunshine I go, the warm rays on my face as I walk. The world around me is vibrant, every color rushing to meet my gaze. The world seems as if it is waiting for me, opening its beauty to my eyes. A drop of water touches my face, from the sky they fall, bringing out new color and life. I sit in the rain as around me it falls. I would try to find the most beautiful things, but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

Relapse, breathe in, contract, begin, The world's assimilation. Protect, within, format, reach in, Recreate your imagination. Pull back, hang in, exhale, loosen, Prepare for mental reincarnation. Your thoughts, no more, cannot, control, Familiarity is just a concept. Black out, repeat, seize up, defeat, Now processing self realization. Execute, give in, fade away, hold still, Let fantasies take over. > Mind.exe successfully reformatted to file type NTFS.