Poetry · Writing

Come Back to Earth

find us on the moon

won’t be back anytime soon

meteor hoppin’

come crashing back


eye sore and

I soar beyond gravity

just looking for a way out of my head

trapped and I’m feeling the stress

blessed. and it’s gone.


strapped and removing distress-

alternate reality

chasing the stars back on the moon

we never left

moving the planets like a game of pool.


break- corner pocket

milky way smoothie

leasing the night and crashing on Mars.

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