Poetry from Nowhere

And how we pain and struggle
For what isn’t meant to be
In every third person, another
Soulmate we try to see.

Sparkles and glitter – watch!
They drizzle with so much angst
On a moonlit evening, meandering
With a mouthful of ash.

Agony – meant for the museum –
Is right underneath our feet
We’re trying to step over, but
Our minds are above the elite.

In a lost world where Pixies
Come over to say Goodbye
Making you feel like the stardust
In your palm can make you fly!


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