Giggy HIKIT Poems

You sit on the edge of eternity, unreachable by me. My hands keep looking for something to grasp, but clench nothing but the stale air between us. I’ve been stepping for a while now, and yet you appear to be at the same distance as when I started. If I keep trekking, will I finally reach the same place as you?

The rim of oblivion is where I stand. That deafening silence that is forever there will drive me mad. That blanket of black that shrouds everything in one bleeding colour. Shapes blur together until they become one. There is nothing here.
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There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of REVOLUTION, of voices raised high in protest, fitting together so perfectly that not even the greatest symphonies can compare.
To sing the word FREE so that it may ring out forward like the sound of a bullet ripping through the air.
But our words are the bullets and our voices the trigger.
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There’s a joy in tomorrow. The excitement of waking up for an unplanned day. Anything can happen in a tomorrow, the only question is will you be there to share it with me?

These seas need a sailin’, and these skies a flyin’. These mountains a climbin’, and these plains a trekkin’.
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Periodically my mind will wander and your face will surface to my subconscious thoughts.
From time to time my dreams are filled with the unnerving thought of condemtion.
And in fleeting moments my thoughts are of only this hope to be future.
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All around me are the words of how dark and cold the world is. The number of useless names I don’t know or need, the overflowing sounds of today and the next. When I think about it, I feel lonely. A feeling so overwhelming, I’ll drown if someone doesn’t save me.

But then you saved me that day. The day I was about to break and fall apart. You picked up those shattered pieces of my once being, and put them back together for me.
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Hey, do you think if I stretch far enough, I could reach the sun? Hmm… No, I don’t think so… Maybe I’ll get a ladder. Then I can climb my way up! But… No… That probably won’t work either.

Why the sun? Because it rules the sky! On those days when beads of sweat roll down my entire body, I’ll look up at the magnificence that is the sun. How the rays will fall down to rest upon my skin, warming it even though it’s so far away.
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