i've fueled my dreams
i chased the sun
yeah i got burnt
but i'm not the only one
i have trekked the mountains
and held the trees
i have gazed upon
both sides of the seas
i looked through my fingers
i saw through the cracks
i saw all of the paths
the sequences; the tracks
i saw all the lights
the brightening of days
i saw each and every majik
the quickening of ways
i saw every night ever
painted on the then and the now
an acceptance of the face of value
it was always when not how
it was then i saw the new
suspicious and devisive
no auspicious merit
no benevolent intent
im still chasing the sun
burnt yes but not shy
the healing is slow
so is learning to fly
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Brenton F
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181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
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Chasing the sun and learning to fly! All my life. Isn't that the purpose of life? Supposed to be for everyone, I guess.