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Aqua Sunsets
Author:
L.Z.A.K PM
my brain feels like its melting
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Poetry - Words: 360 - Published: 05-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2667762
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The sky is falling upwards

the jars filled with hazel gems

don't cry out for the pain when

the beetles of humans sing acid-based

candy-canes and sugar plum bubble baths

where traveling becomes the rope tied together

only at one end because the other side cannot commit

and when the rain falls with all our sins

a messenger of whispered strictures shall call upon

the black clouds to veil all that isn't.

The knot is becoming untied

under blankets filled with lies and the wind will only whisper

fake faces which fall ungracefully to the bottom of a crystal well

seeking for true meanings lieing inbetween unpolished pearls and

chewing hearts slithering in and out of ringing ears

where undoings become tied once again

only to lead to bleed into white satin sheets that sing of sorrows

produced by the glory of sound and tune weaving a spider web

made purely for the sake of burning paranoia.

Gossiping, faint-hearted tulips and biting green and yellow dragonflies

wither into unfaithful blue-grey waters that murmur haunting overtones

sailing deeper than any canyon river can carve and the lieing wolf

shall thief and prey upon the glorious, innocent minded moon,

trying to peel strips away from walls built up

for that selfish purpose alone.

Cheating life whole-heartedly falls quickly through theman's fingers

turning words into sands of melting times that only make one regret

not fully trying to understand why the moon does what she does

where pure intentions become a vulnerability to use against all tides

breaking the shore to make room for more wilder, beautiful shells to

accumulate until there's no space left for the moon to glow brightly;

reflections of betrayal simmering to the top to cover the emptiness

the light cannot bend forward and only become a stray in space

where no love can reach past the barriers created so no pain

can enter without authorization from the sweet voice singing lonely psams

to all who are willing to take the challenge of riding past the black

side of the bowl and delve deeper than any man could ever attempt.

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