Stellar

If shooting stars were made to wish upon,

and the universe was just a dusty drum,

would you follow the adament trail?

Across the belt, the lions mane and the scorpions tail?

Without knowing if the universe will grant that wish,

Tell me then, would you take that risk?

Diction Addiciton

Systematic, I'm wrapped in this.

I'm fixated on a toxic bliss.

It replaces my thoughts,

forgetting dreams not sought.

Spectres, memories, debts unpaid,

polluted minds, the eutopian raid.

Sloshed in poison worth heaving

but I am the one retrieving

death's inviting carte blanche.

This massive avalanche

Will try to swallow me whole

Until I regain and seize control.

Upon

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I've collected the light within, everything flashes...

Memories rest on a bed ashes.

It all fades, my glow will not dim the least.

I can feel it lift me from beneath,

all you can do is watch in disbelief.

I slip beyond your stratosphere's reach,

imparing your every sense along with speech.

The skies expose your deepest regret

which bejeweles the skies so you won't forget.

That everytime you make a wish,

I am the reason for this.
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The Guy From Bristol Street

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The guy from Bristol Street,

the one with the cute feet

& a smile that provoked

wild thoughts and things.

Who makes my eyes light up

everytime he sings.

The guy from Bristol Street,

leaves trails from broken hearts.

Except MINE,

it firmly believes in destiny's plan.

That maybe one day he'll understand.

That when I held his hands,

I read what they said

along thier linear bends.

The guy from Bristol Street,

showed me and old soul

can still uncover

adventures & lessons

of love to discover.

Reminiscing in rejoice,

because he had it all....

even the choice.

Knowing well it will not replicate.

That he changed it all.

That I arrived to late,

for my own rude waking.

My heart left for the taking.

The guy from Bristol Street,

spared my heart to leave.

He knew me well, I never plead.

How I fought inside,

enticing as it was.

My bittersweet catalyst all because of..

THE GUY FROM BRISTOL STREET.

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Done

What brazen speed did moments pass?
In all levels beyond facets,
The inner dephts,
beyond the pit and the looking glass
Magnifiying past the havoc.
Of this being the only way I know how.
Your words wrenching,
with eyes that animate my salvage.

But it's done.

You see, it all comes down to amity.
Every conversation spoken; tact,
to grind the blade of empathy
to twist and recoil the words further back
in the deepest sectors of my mind.
Ridden by an arctic pulse,
severing with intentions kind.
Not looking back, not even to hault.

Chain Effect

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I've suffered fools long enough.
Where I stand is an emotional trough.
My heart a lonely hunter left barren,
accounting witness of all that's happened.
Milestones embedded in my mind,
a beautiful mosaic of memomories to find
when everything dims and foreshadows
what the future might hold, no scry or tarot
will predetermine what lies ahead for me
because I chose to let you go and break free.
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Finale

The end of a fable short lived,

I lament...

Our goodbye and all the things

you will never comprehend.

The aftermath of you and I

is not 3.14 or as simple as pie.

Impacts on who I was... who you are.

Accepting that we've come this far,

to take the final stand.

To a story so grand.

A graceful bow,

I make my exit

and close the chapter as best fit.

Hopefully your hands will reopen the volume

to everything bookmarked and entombed.

Our story lives on in four chambers,

to find your way all you have to do is remember.