Even if time stopped . infinity couldn't solve . moments that will come
Live in a world of . pillows on every wall . mirrors in my soul
Woke up in a world . copied from previous days . never to be freed
Silence can break minds . cultivate our deepest thoughts . tearing down the walls
Knock, knock at the door . no one else can hear its call . acoustic monsters
In a compacter . watching the metallic walls . crush my reflections
Mirrors reflecting . my internal workings . insanity calls
Floating on ocean . desert made of water sky . mirrors of hope
My soul is like . a blanket fort build with chairs . flashlight emulates
I wish for my dreams . so much that I loose myself . like hide-and-go-seek
Too much on my mind . can hear the nymphs calling me . echoes in my ears
Time warrants nothing . pretends as we don't exist . we are what we ask
Atomic structure . like a snowflake formation . sculpted piece of art
When the heaven's fall . archaic beauty collides . worlds into ruins
Intangible thoughts . architecture of the mind . made manifested
Before: self-assured . individuality . after: incomplete
Mechanical heart . still has the ability to . love with all the soul
Where P.I. ends, my heart . still calculates the value . stored inside of us
Guardian angel . mistaken for a fairy . a blink of a eye
Brain has come across . relationship's influence . turning hearts around
Home within a home . just like Russian nesting dolls . our existence is
pathway of rock slates . through botanical gardens . inches above ground
Serenity glows . lampposts containing auras . reflecting warm light
Underwater girl . painted in ripples of light . a still photograph
From God's heart we tore . a piece of heart for ourselves . a shattered beauty
Looking through the shades . so much beauty in the cracks . likewise much hidden
Notes of a lost score . Hidden in the dream of now . back-flash of music
Wish if I could that . I could hold on to such a . dream of then and now
I have lost so much . yet gained the perceptions of . other side of life
Life's underbelly . from a childhood of love . a man's irony
I wish I could do. over my whole life again . yet keep what I have
As i drempt I slipped . into a past of now and . then, both incorrect
The comfort of my . childhood past can be found in . the dark closet mess
Who we are doesn't . depend on situation . depends on ourselves
Life is circumstance . but the roads of our soul is . built upon ourselves
Where has our love gone . just as the fall season ends . our love becomes leaves
A lost soul fragment . found on a piece of paper . from ten years ago
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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