I was the worst skeptic ever, fluttering around, blinded in the cosmos
Then I took a shine to your light
twinkling deceptively bright
with such might
yet, I did not fright
...and if you leave tonight, it's okay, I STILL love your soul
but I want to say:
Thank you for teaching me to believe in myself again....
I've learned to fall in love all over again, like a fairy-tale come true
foolish...nonsense?
wait...what...who?
Oh...says you?
You are my maniacal mage...
Use your magic hands
and celebrate
with your brand of magic
over and over
for, your a star
you really got it!
Please believe me,
for you are the rare rock that crashed upon my territory
I picked you up and explored thee!
Fear not, Foreigner...Stranger in a new world...
There is love, but it is rare...
fear not, if you want to find it
you'll look everywhere
near....
...far
even a part from me...
but please be my boomerang
And once again shine your light upon me
EVEN IF IT HAS BURNED MY MIDDLE EYE
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You are so smart, you Architect, you
Your dreams-capes are strong and loyal
...yet I was all but royal
...to you
Now I am blue
Yet from what I've learned...
You've taught me nobility
AGAIN
You are my greatest mystery....
I want to solve you and win you FINALLY, yet at last, I realize...
I have lost you, Cosmic Rock...
I realize now that my
only my prize will be true understanding
of life's mysteries
both
subatomic
&
massive
Thank you for reminding me what superheroes are really made of...
cosmos.... we really are made of starstuff.
Stars must twinkle....
before they burn out
born out of a supernova....
glowing slowly
shining, growing
Geo-star...I now let you go...
But I still admire your soul
Maybe you'll fly by again someday...
...until then
come what may...
...even if you don't love me today
or tomorrow...
I know your sorrow
For you are an eccentric and friendly
swallow...fly free!
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Unzipped Wings
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Cosmic Love Wish
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What color am I?
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Expiration Date:
ATTN: Creativity found in Science!
Spirit and Science may be two sides of the same coin...
yet...
the coin is lost in
Dogma....
Cha-chaquita
Shock ya, Chakras!
Chakras?
Energy Centers from Pagan beliefs are thought to actually correspond with hormones and the endocrine system.
Each one has a different color, how are you feeling today?
...who me
o-okay, I'll
Pick a color:
ORANGE
Ok...I'm Orange. Organic, Creative and Misunderstood. Exotic and Esoteric. The after-thought of the starbusts. Fresh and clean, but with a little mean, and maybe, baby a wee bit funny, if you please. Also NOTHING rhymes with me!
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Graviton
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Emo venting that needed to happen
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Have I lost it? Gone mental? It's taking a toll on all aspects of my life, my health as well.
Oh well, bitch, put on a happy-face! There's no people like show-people...
However, there is no show this time...just the facts are left into reality. I am forced to sew these facts together to find my own version of the truth.
I know how much it sucks standing alone...down on myself for being to picky, still falling when I know I won't be caught by my chosen idealist. I do not want to fall apart this way. I have to repair these broken thoughts...again. This cycle is weakening me in every manner. Fuck you depression, I will win this war. May it be with tears, sweat, and frustrations...
I will tie you up and knock you down a spiral staircase, depression. You will be conquered. You will not win this time. Last time you won, I nearly lost myself. No more. I am a compromising creature...but depression...you are going down. You will submit and disappear, I shall will you away with all that I've been taught throughout these years of disappointment and un-fulfillment of the most simple needs in life.
Oh well, bitch, put on a happy-face! There's no people like show-people...
However, there is no show this time...just the facts are left into reality. I am forced to sew these facts together to find my own version of the truth.
I know how much it sucks standing alone...down on myself for being to picky, still falling when I know I won't be caught by my chosen idealist. I do not want to fall apart this way. I have to repair these broken thoughts...again. This cycle is weakening me in every manner. Fuck you depression, I will win this war. May it be with tears, sweat, and frustrations...
I will tie you up and knock you down a spiral staircase, depression. You will be conquered. You will not win this time. Last time you won, I nearly lost myself. No more. I am a compromising creature...but depression...you are going down. You will submit and disappear, I shall will you away with all that I've been taught throughout these years of disappointment and un-fulfillment of the most simple needs in life.
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