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 Jun 2017 Carlyy
cmy
Dark clouds hurtling by
Showing sketches in the sky
Winds storm and thunder
 Jun 2017 Carlyy
cmy
When dark clouds appear
All I want are friendly rains
But a strange storm came.
 Jun 2017 Carlyy
Shanath
Nightmares
 Jun 2017 Carlyy
Shanath
There are many stars
On my one heavy blanket,
Outside the earth falls.
Dreams are constructed
Nightmares are real.
you hold he key
to open my heart's gate
you hold the key
so wonderful of state

darling no other but
you can enter this place
for it is reserved
as your loving space

on turning the lock
an adoring did ensue
there my deepest feelings
were lasting in hue

you hold the key
to open my heart's gate
you hold the key
so wonderful of state

a nectar dream
we'll ever possess
the stream so divine
flowing through my egress

the treasure vault
yours and mine
a devotional niche
paved with sunshine

you hold the key
to open my heart's gate
you hold the key
so wonderful of state
 May 2017 Carlyy
Saint Jimmy
There was once a time when...
Many years ago, of course,
People wanted happy endings,
And fairy tales came true.

When the dashing prince,
Would vanquish the dragon,
And if you were a boy
You'd wish the prince was you

When the damsel in distress
Would go to the ball,
be back at midnight,
Waiting for her prince to call

Only now...
Midnight is not so late,
People thrive in the dead of night,
A ball became a rave,
The Prince,  some mdma,
The damsel called Mary Jane

A fairy tale happy ending,
Is dream no more,
For all those who
Have loved and lost

And fallen for their sweet prince,
Or damsel in distress
 May 2017 Carlyy
Taylor
anxiety
 May 2017 Carlyy
Taylor
anxiety comes as a haywire mind
a situation in your head
worlds away from everyone
words unsaid
scared to be anyone, much less yourself

but most of all
it comes
and it never really leaves.
 May 2017 Carlyy
Nathan Pival
When I met you
You took my breath away
In retrospect
I should have just walked away
And started breathing again
 May 2017 Carlyy
Shanath
Honor
 May 2017 Carlyy
Shanath
I never got the sun,
A shooting star got there first.
So I played catch with the moon
And when I took my hands away
My fingers bore
                            Burns.

But the moon doesn't have flames,
So the fire must be in me.
The moon should have some burn marks though
Otherwise the whole thing has been a façade.
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