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A star is born. I held him in my arms and vowed he was mine. He glowed with a glow that was more than the glow of those before him. He was mine to raise in wonder towards the sky that owns our souls. ~ He took a step and the world started to change, or perhaps it had always been this way. But the Clouds grew more menacing, beings full and dark, who cared nothing for the stars. They came forth, threatened to dull his light, threatened to take what was mine to protect, mine to save. So I raised him always in the Sun; when the...
Submitted to Contest #99
A brush of my finger across a large expanse of sky leaves behind featherlight trails of orange, like long tufts of cotton candy. As I work, the colors ooze into one another with the grace of a swan, as if bleeding across the surface of the world. It is my turn to paint the sky. Each night, as the world below winds down from long days of waking we give them a sight to behold. Violets and magentas, butter yellows and orange cream soda; each fading away with every breath. All the more beautiful because they cannot last forever. I make my ...
My days begin in Darkness. I wake, and I dream of going to sleep. I exist, and I dream of being anywhere else. The Darkness is all consuming. He does not yield To the strong, Or the weak, The small, Or the big. I curl myself in the bottom of His treacherous depths, And I wait for myself. I wait for myself to find a way out, Because I always do. Spiraling down, down Into dark, lonely recesses, Resembling my mind. I sit, With my hands gripping my shirt, Teeth clenche...
Submitted to Contest #68
The sky smiled down at you and I, that beautiful June morning. Colors painted the sky in my mind's eye, that beautiful June morning. “It’s you and me,” I say. “Always you and me.”A week blows by, in the blink of an eye, and now it is July. You and I, licking our fingers dry from a birthday cake, blue as the sky. Ten candles blown out one by one, for each year we have done.“It’s you and me,” I say. “Always you and me.”Christmas lights up the sky, twinkling way up high. Snow floats down from the blue, blue heavens, while the bows on the w...
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