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I just feel like there should be a place for folks to write again.
Pixie Dust
Shudders, of Fading colors are used to sift the sunlight
making rooms warmed by floating dustspecks
every move we make spreading air that hold them aloft
these visual fairies that play on unseen breath
Imagine as I do some rest for tired wings
as my toys of mind float out of sunlights beam
lost to the world I made in this moment
Pixie dust for the child I get to be...wish I could be
The Wait
patience...idle thoughts take hold
do hours go by,or do i sleep
feel the worry grow as day flows by
and still...i am still...time is still
how long do i wait
will i know when i need to move
can i move when i need to learn
a mind thinks of patience as a body thinks of pain
a virtue i wish not to use
Red
interrupted from closed eyed stupor
that hated glow, smoldering
a retinal ember behind my consciousness
the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds
letting in the fractal beams
tearing fabric lost in dreams
grasping at these ruined thoughts
a ray of sun to stop the screams
illuminate the missing themes
away these pieces best forgot
another interrupted night
Pixie Dust
Shudders, of Fading colors are used to sift the sunlight
making rooms warmed by floating dustspecks
every move we make spreading air that hold them aloft
these visual fairies that play on unseen breath
Imagine as I do some rest for tired wings
as my toys of mind float out of sunlights beam
lost to the world I made in this moment
Pixie dust for the child I get to be...wish I could be
The Wait
patience...idle thoughts take hold
do hours go by,or do i sleep
feel the worry grow as day flows by
and still...i am still...time is still
how long do i wait
will i know when i need to move
can i move when i need to learn
a mind thinks of patience as a body thinks of pain
a virtue i wish not to use
Red
interrupted from closed eyed stupor
that hated glow, smoldering
a retinal ember behind my consciousness
the heat of waking muscles, damn blinds
letting in the fractal beams
tearing fabric lost in dreams
grasping at these ruined thoughts
a ray of sun to stop the screams
illuminate the missing themes
away these pieces best forgot
another interrupted night