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Hunter Treviranus
Silver Member
the ender doesnt even make sense....
too hesh
too hesh
tylerbravo
Steel Member
you shred
BenKowalski.
Die Hard
got tht ender better i see
Props on the hackt tho
Props on the hackt tho
instinctscooter
Silver Member
you got some insane pop man, props.
STARRY NIGHT
I
I see you as
something past
speaking to my eyes, reflecting stationary visual plasma
rotate a bit, see the earth bend.
A star,
painted as intention
letting imagination swallow your horizon.
Slithers past your eyes
a snake whose scale speaks of the ocean
demanding you know more,
about the spectrum of least resistance
keep your eyes held up high.
Ignorant boundaries weaved by the broken and greedy
Suffering in paradise only, as humans do
By the visiting of every star.
II
Just wonder a while,
where wandering can’t take you
breath of chance, cools down your neck.
At the bottom of the ocean
only waves are felt
and sight,
for us so frivolous;
to the aquatic creatures of the forevernight
light’s beckon is that of the enchanted.
Compromising sound,
Could manifest catastrophe
but through weary ability to do so
could propose a hinderance
never stopping,
the bells in your ear.
Smashing a pole off of a cooking pan
vibrating into your ear
whenever
vision weighs more.
Clothless pale man like figures
thin, with flesh stretched off of the bones
No eyes, only lips.
Pouring in through glowing amber doorways
thirteen of them
sit down and sing you a song.
Dip your eyes in the river
and dig through the rocks,
pompous, watching your reflection.
Just listen,
drag your hand
just the complexity,
erie, shining with the 12-digit pad on your phone
to drip into your earwax
and hear the engine turn,
inside the thrones of the few.
Better to stop never,
because the time...can’t be taken back
but just sitting, to look up
and you know your head weighs more.
Just listen to the rain
fall on your tin roof
falling with the echo of millions of ants marching
above your eyes.
Writing a script inside your head
deciding where you are next week
and plant it in the soil
riddled with orange peels
hoping,
the wash away.
Only that of the starry night
could wash my intentions, free of nerve
letting past slip from in between us
and handing me the reigns.
III
You compromise yourself,
in a way only others can feel.
Keeping a jar around your head
But the threads aren’t locked for me
and let the gifts of the forever forevers,
and the because becauses
eat your brain from the inside out
until it exudes only pure happiness.
IIII
Now rise with the sun,
but you are always behind it
just watch the whole river dry up
and plainly lay out your hand.
The dryness is that
of your hand in a kiln
receding into your bones
the water dances into tomorrow
for the starry night to bring back,
and let the clouds say their farewell
because while you sit up dreaming
us others,
sit out and dwell
drill inside a mind,
until the juice comes out
and laugh about how scary it is
because glad,
is all you can really be.
The light,
pouring through the trees
as the rain shines upon the ground
and mist comes through the window.
And the world calls on a person,
to let this all pass by
and be whisked away
into a niche,
that anyone could fill.
And the whisk keeps on turning,
gathering all the dough
but the cookies taste awful
because you only eat the outside.
Hold out your eyes as vines,
your mind as a bottomless cup
with nothing but everything for the taking.
As wind slips,
into the morning
and the starry night stands still
your wonder has everything to eat because,
you’re sitting at your desk,
flicking the loose veneer with your toes
and you’re still sitting there,
when the train you’d plan to hop
rolls past the window.
Manage to let yourself free,
from the seemingly immortal chains of must
because one day
you might sit down,
and never stand up the same again.