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  Aug 2015 mazzy
Drifting Down
I'm not like them,
I don't drink, smoke, or **** like them.
I'm not that girl,
I don't look, dream, or think like her.
I'm not like him, or her, or them.
I'm not any of this, so why am I here?
  Aug 2015 mazzy
Elise
heavy breathing
moaning
the alcohol in our throats burning,
the fire in our hearts raging
we're just young, dumb, and in love
laying naked among the stars
you whispered i love you
and i knew you didn't mean it because
i could smell the ***** on your breath
and it broke my heart
because i knew that when the stars gave way to the bright morning light
i would be nothing more than another drunk regret
the memory of the time we shared would fade as the sun erased the stars,
the brighter it got the more you forgot
so i took another shot
to help me forget
Written on 8/12/15 after a night of drinking and ***
  Aug 2015 mazzy
SøułSurvivør
~~~


i looked unto
a seplechur sky
deepest dungeon of blue
wreaths of wraiths
beseached the hills
before the day was new

whisps of vapor
reaching up and out
ten thousand ghosts forlorn
all looking for the morning sun
wishing to be reborn

sad and lost
they wailed there
at the closing of the night
plain the pain and deep despair
magical the sight

i felt a tear
roll down my face
they were so pale and wan
i watched the sun rise
o'r the hills
looked back and

they were gone


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/13/2015
this poem was inspired by
clouds i saw a few weeks ago
an awesome sight
low hanging and wispy
just like ghosts

I'm only on site a short time
mom is still quite ill

thanks for your prayers
  Aug 2015 mazzy
Graff1980
I watched her skin
Go from black and white
Then
Start filling out
With color again
Slowly saw the warmth
That had once withdrawn
Come creeping back in
And the pursed lips
Pointed with sorrows kiss
Turned inside out and up again
Refreshed like my favorite web page
Reanimated
Alive instead of stagnant
And black hair turned to brown
Her grey eyes turned to hazel explosions
And the walls came crumbling down
Without knowing
What the showing of such warmth did
I saw my skin start filling in to
I was not smiling
But there was life anew
Brewing and burning through
The dark illusions I was struggling with
I never got a chance to thank her for it
So this is it
A poem of gratitude
  Aug 2015 mazzy
Chris
~

I’m wandering about the sky
My head up in the clouds
Often looking down below
At the large unruly crowds

Pointing up and laughing
Calling out my name
They think that I might listen
Now that is such a shame

Someone ought to tell them
It’s nicer up above
There aren’t as many people
So little push and shove

Perhaps a wayward sparrow
A balloon not held that tight
And yes indeed it gets quite dark
When day turns into night

There also is an angel
That I have come to know
Up here in the atmosphere
I truly love her so

Another way to see things
A different point of view
One that’s filled with happiness
Among these skies of blue

So you can keep your city
It’s too much of a chore
I like it up here in the clouds
With the one that I adore
Good morning beautiful
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