10-07-2014, 12:13 AM
Galaxy
At night, at times
You cannot see me when I reach to life
Of distant galaxies of galaxies away
From light-years to stars at bay.
Where you can see clouds and gasses
Not just Neptune and ashes
I've found true freedom here
Subtle knowings that take too long to process
No aliens, No Martians
Just me and nothing alive
But I can see so much,
Not just blackness and dust
I can see the eroded Earth.
Were the sea has spilled over land,
Forever Sahara, a Chernobyl wasteland
If alive, then speak;
I can only see you watching me.
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Well, there you go. I've been trying to write shorter poetry. I've also been trying to churn out more Optimistic poetry which of course I thought was terribly cliche. Then again, I thought this was cliche, too.
I welcome all feedback.
At night, at times
You cannot see me when I reach to life
Of distant galaxies of galaxies away
From light-years to stars at bay.
Where you can see clouds and gasses
Not just Neptune and ashes
I've found true freedom here
Subtle knowings that take too long to process
No aliens, No Martians
Just me and nothing alive
But I can see so much,
Not just blackness and dust
I can see the eroded Earth.
Were the sea has spilled over land,
Forever Sahara, a Chernobyl wasteland
If alive, then speak;
I can only see you watching me.
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Well, there you go. I've been trying to write shorter poetry. I've also been trying to churn out more Optimistic poetry which of course I thought was terribly cliche. Then again, I thought this was cliche, too.
I welcome all feedback.
"Oppression isn't a gender, race, or sexuality problem.
It is a Humanity problem." -Neil Hilborn
It is a Humanity problem." -Neil Hilborn