I am a crane
I fly high, deep inside an unknown sky
I am free, breathing a wind never before felt
I see the storm gazing upon me
I feel heavy, drop by drop a firing squad dedicated to me
I fall fast, I dream of the past
my origami wings, are crashed
Fallen plastic poppy
laying on a train's floor
pushed once, walked upon twice
and only if you think,
It was an ornament
a symbol of rememberance
I pick it up.
Clean its red fake petals
put it against the window.
"There, at least now,
you can enjoy the view"
Girl crying on the opposite bench in the tube
I only wish I had the courage
to reach for her
to hold her hand
to tell her it's going to be fine
She tured, eyes all red
sometimes it's all that you need
Ode to the soprano in the cube by lordceleborn, literature
Ode to the soprano in the cube
She stands still.
in the middle of a cube,
a cube made of glass.
Her glimmering eyes stare outside the box
There is music out there
She smiles and sings
there is no sound in vacuum.
Her song turns into a shout,
and she shouts, she shouts, she screams
The smile has long now turned into tears.
and as her eyelids flicker
her tears travel up her eyelids and, leave her.
Traveling, weightless, surrounding her.
And she can see.
Her face is reflected on every and each one
of those sorrow filled diamonds.
She tries to reach for the glass-made walls.
Only the edge of her fingertips can reach.
All the things you miss by lordceleborn, literature
All the things you miss
All the things that you miss when you blink
One heart's beat
Light becomes a pale translucent shadow
a momentary illusions of dancing lights
Changing my perception
of what is, or not.
One falling star
You look up towards the sky blinded you persist,
till it hurts and then you blink
red colours, one tear
Loosing my vision
of where I am, or of where I was
One of her smiles
Her lips breaking slowly, their edges ascenting
A subconsious reflex of clear origin
sneaking, behind eyelids
Denying me the pleasure
of who she is, or shall she be
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