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The Grace of GravityWe've traveled for miles, over mountain and sea, for miles of moments, for moments infinite, from stardust to chalkdust, light to darkness. We've traveled for but a blink of the eye. Behind us, the path unfurls, a serpent, the twisting asphalt where it all began.The Grace of Gravity
Yet here I am.
Behind me, a haunting incandescence projects flickering images of ghosts. In it, I see myself, I see you, us. Beneath the branches of the willow tree, we swore silent oaths,
and every breath was a different texture, every day, a different shade.
I feel that I
by ~Opsimath
A Scar Upon the SeaThe harbor seems so distant,A Scar Upon the Sea
as the sun kisses the hills. With the moonlight's luminescence, a weakness is revealed.
Your touch will fade, with nothing there. (a scar upon the sea) The earth is quiet. The ground is bare. (This ship will surely sink)
This silence is an anchor, an ocean of concrete. It seems our world has crumbled. The pieces drifting free.
I look to the sky, my back to the sea. I wonder why this couldn't be.
But I see a light in the depths of the deep. A reason for hope, a
by ~Opsimath
The Rose in the SandI open my eyes.The Rose in the Sand
All directions blend seamlessly into a distant horizon.
The sand is decorated with needles, like pedestals they stand. They glorify your pain, as traitors in the sand. Mocking every step, bathing in each tear, they are reminders of all the blood you've spilt across the years.
Convoluted clock towers arc across the hills. Melting under a desert sun, molten pools of steel. Everywhere you walk, the clocks all look the same. Time is now an irrelevance; time is but a name.
Life is but a deser
by ~Opsimath
Generic PoemIf your blood was the ink, If today was a chapter, Would it end as a footnote? Would it end in disaster? If your pulse was the rhythm, If your life was a song, Would the notes continue ringing Long after you're gone? Would they blanket the air, Tangible to the touch? Would they change the world, Or would they grind to dust? If today was all there was, If your life was now, Would you still stand here Lost in the crowd? Would you stand up tall? Would you spread your wings? Would you begin to call out And start to sing? If yourGeneric Poem
by ~Opsimath
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things i've knownI have known mountains They have lain beneath me Since I could lie upon them I have known rivers Holding them Inside my chest. I have known sunshine And trusted it implicitly. My warm blood flowing Under my cold skin and My warm heart urged it through me At double pace. So, when it reachedthings i've known
My extremities They propelled themselves
Toward you, alarmingly.
by *Stonefolks
On Turning 18.deviantID
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