I fell into a galaxy,
Hundreds of worlds below me.
A vast plane of shimmering stars,
A God no where to be found.
My own life clenched really tight,
A ghost town where I stand.
Darkness exposed by the various lights,
Creatures disowned by the mass we call.
Time walks no where,
steady and slow.
We stay to give the next day a name.
A certain lantern eliminated by fire.
Wild and stray,
We cannot hold it any longer.
The destruction of our own lives.
A tame that becomes a new game.
Certainty is no longer staying.
Tonight we wait,
Waiting for a certain day we might
Call "Monday".
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
