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 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
mikev
I had
no sign no angels
warning me
just Satan himself
courting me
ordering
thinking
This beautiful life's
rewarding me!
me
me
horribly bordering a drunk and disorderly
currently imploring virality of spirituality
I hear them saying
we ought to be quarantined
for unseen mistakes
exploring these train-station streets late
wincing at these morbidly boring estates

Don't tell me things could be worse.
They are, for someone else, somewhere else.
 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
Mackenzie
Scraped knees and broken chalk
***** Skateparks and long warm walks
Computer games and the simple life
Broken bonds cut with a knife
Present day and never a talk
 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
NvrMnd
When no one
pays attention
to your soulful
sad story.
The normal path looks polished,
like fine marble and white wine.
It holds steady with stability,
and gives a heart a piece of mind.

The wild side, the rocky road,
The path untraveled by.
I'm addicted to possiblities,
Because the limit is the sky.
limitless, poem, short, possibilities, fate, choices, sky, chance, love
Just like the bright, blue ocean,
You are beauty then abyss.
Swallow me down like rip tides,
And drown me in each kiss
Drowning,
Is what it feels like.
The words we shout,
Heavy like concrete,
Tied around our ankles.
We'll hold each other,
As
      we
            sink.
Gasping out "I'm sorry",
With our last breath.
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