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Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
I feed myself caffeine
So my heart's beating
matches the speed
it would be if you were still here.
It's not as if I always think like this,
but
some days were like the last days of us, with ups and downs.
I look for the upsides to everything
but
at the end of the day,
everyday,
like the falling of the sun
so does my mood.
I don't cry anymore.
I just sit;
vacant,
absent,
distraught.
I never new,
How could I know
that losing you would do this.
Then again,
I never thought.
Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
When a poet loves an artist
something
Oh, something
Clicks
In a way where
her art
becomes
his word.
his words spent
trying
Oh, trying
To capture the beauty that is her work
Like the tide to the shore
He'll throw himself into attempts
Only to find
he can only bring with him
The surface.
The beauty of every heart
lies within the stories behind them

every shadowy secret and deeply scared wound,
gives reasonable doubt that with every impossibility

somehow,
you have a beating heart of your own

our heart never stops beating
as long as you let it be known
  Mar 2015 Denxai Mcmillon
Helen
because it may be sure that...

Never argue with an idiot. They will only bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
~ George Carlin

and as true as that may be
they underestimate, greatly
that intelligence is a weapon
that will surely defeat them

and while they drag you down
remember, they are beneath your feet
planted firmly upon their crown
ensures you can step up
and the pit they dug for themselves
is where they have to sleep

Always argue with an idiot
for if they drag you down
you can crawl back from their vitriol
and look down upon them
from higher ground
I love having 'concise debates' with people on Facebook.... As soon as they lose their **** and I'm told I'm a ignorant *****, *****, ******* loser, dumb ****... I win :) and they're an idiot :)
  Mar 2015 Denxai Mcmillon
B
~
I
Always
Wondered
Why
People
Consider
Me
A
Mystery
But
Then
I
Rea­lized
That
I
Don't
Even
Understand
Myself*

B.S.
  Mar 2015 Denxai Mcmillon
OliviaAutumn
She was the kind of girl you want to wake up next to
With the marmalade lips you always longed to find.
Instead you would fill the silhouette of her body,
Engraved on the empty space she left behind
With the words to be continued
Left in ink and unsigned.
Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
It's not as though I don't see it,
The way that the sun can be lovely
How the moon can be dazzling
How there is light in the dark,
How there is life given in death

It's just a lot harder for me
to keep them in mind,
Is all
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