will atlas Poems

The air mocked the night my life shaped me.
The pine needles rustling violently as I sped faster, they crumbled louder.
My gut sensing deranged instability, you got me at first blink. How passive I cried.
No words, no sight, only the very clammy feel of the fearful night.
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Shades drawn, tendons singing correlation to the notes of sockets bassing
Humming my third person sweet nothing's.blanking out, staring out, drowning out the gravity of my position.

I am the fly on the wall. watching my hungers inhibitions enthrall.
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I..... am a comet. Hurling through space, or is it I am an immovable object which time is flowing over. Watching star systems planets and the always beautiful nebulae go past.. I am but a rocky surface. Although mineralites lie beneath on the surface I am cold and just well.... rocky. Some look at me as freedom as I am not constantly pulled or 'trapped' as some say in gravitational tidal waves. (Cosmic humor) but they just don't know how lucky they really are. Some see my beauty spark in the sky and call me a star but forget about me as quick as i passed. I am but a lonely comet. An ugly worry to the ones close and unimportant to the ones far away, I have no purpose. Eons have made me think what it would be like to just stop one day, to just end all this confusion and find a home but it seems my home is empty space. Watching all the clusters, the planet's with their moons hell even the space dust has trillions of companions, light with several rays. You see my point. There's no tomorrow with me. Just happening upon happening. Purpose is a very compelling and preoccupying theme for me for as a comet what am I supposed to bring to the table. Here, here's some destruction, I don't want that to be me but the path that lays before me it's just natural I guess.

I am but an asteroid. I can't stand this rock I gravitate towards. I sit here all day looking at the same thing I've seen all of its beauty but over the years things inside it have destroyed him and me as well watching him. Although I care I feel longing for something more. It used to be him the moon and me just us against the vast. Now it just seems as though he's the center of the universe. I just can't stand it anymore but he keeps pulling me in. I don't know what to do. It seems like the more I resist the closer I go. Possessive comes to mind. Who can blame him though. At least I have to rationalize something healthy out of this right. I heard the word before in airwaves named hope. I have hope. That's just what I have to keep with me.
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