Scarlett O'Hara

I write a bit of poetry, and I freaking loved Paloma's so thought maybe you might find my stuff okay?

Mind Where You Step

Like explorers we extend,
Following marked flags for maintaining life.
Everywhere turned a 360o artists dream,
Earth’s existence is its price.

A crystalline dreamland,
A feeling of euphoria inside.
Stars never shine here in summer,
But a pure light travels far and wide.

There is no turning back,
No feeling of regret.
All eyes flying forth,
Internally out of breath.

Danger lurks and will deliver,
As many have discovered before.
Entering a realm of insecurity,
Half empty hearts craving for more.

A White Renaissance

Confined for such a time,
Not knowing to what ends.
Sliding onto a surface so bravely,
Eradicating fears for the mind to mend.

Steadily walking out to white,
A blanket of eerie feelings unwinds.
A vast and overwhelming moment,
God’s creation is so undefined.

Within is a feeling of absolute romance,
As if the world has ended and heaven has begun.
So tiny, yet so strong willed,
A new place to conquer old emotion

Solipsism

The gap has expanded,
It’s taken full control.
Like a suffocating animal,
My every breath is incomplete.

Lights blinking of blinding white,
Pulsating into my heart beat, by beat.
One moment I exist, the next, I do not.
In true accord I lose myself.

When my eyes open I see nothing,
As nothing can be defined.
Its grey and obsoleteness,
Continue to pursue my mind.

In this ash sodden world I wonder,
If this is all it has to offer?
That every reality we made up,
Is merely a figment, to hide from what’s inside?

Was I real?

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