Sylvia Thomas

the scent,
of the flaming sweetness.

She burns from within
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the simpliest form of emotion
that complicates your world.
you never forget that
feeling
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Whilst your soul dances,
beneath the cradle of heaven's stars,
the tall grass gently caresses
your ankles.
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For me,
To lie on the bed is to lie to myself.
I'm running, running away.
Hiding, hiding from reality.
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Slowly stroll,
into that tiny city,
with wooden dolls
and plastic trees.
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Wake up to find,
broken bones on barren earth,
face and hands saturated
with this unfamiliar dirt.
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The grass is greener on the other side,
That's always what they say.

Pixie dust on flower gardens,
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Standing by the dim lamp post,
Heaven's Tears fall upon me.
Snowflakes and glitter dancing,
Flighted by the harsh wind.
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I look around me
to find nothing
but
blackness.
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With wings of white love,
and eyes of pure beauty,
she soars into the infinite sky,
and sees all from above.
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Seeing,
Fleeing,

We do what we do everyday,
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Listen to those whispers,
Signs of tortures,
Tears of helplessness,
Cries for help.
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Through these tear-misted eyes,
This soul seeks light.
Yet no one is watching,
You're all alone.
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Heart palpitating
drowning in cold sweat
with the joints in your hands
like rusted hinges.
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For one more day,
To share smiles with all of you again,
To laugh and cry together,
I'd give up my sky.
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If there was another earth,
Would you shed light on it?

Like how God gave us trees,
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Salt,
Is the potato chip in my hand,
Is the tear that slides down my check,
Is the frustration ringing in my throat.
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She gazed up at the sky,
with her lifeless eyes.
But that cradle of stars,
just did not glance back at her
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Her eyes never reflected the sun's rays,
her hands could hold onto nothing,
her chest bore no heart.
If she could, she would.
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In her eyes,
the reflection of the world,
the innocence of a child,
the seed of beauty.
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