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 Apr 2016 Axle Avatari
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just because you haven't fully bloomed
doesn't mean you're not worthy
of being picked

-a.e
 Apr 2016 Axle Avatari
Johanne
I gave you my heart
and you lost it on the ground
now it's broken into ten thousand pieces
and I'm left here
picking up the pieces
I am so ****** frightened to tell you
that
I love you
I don't want to say it.

So..
If I tell you that you're an idiot
and I lean my head on your shoulder
and I look at you
like you are made of magic
you'll know  
that's exactly what I mean..
 Apr 2016 Axle Avatari
D W
My doctor offered me a cure,
For my dull ill heart so pure,
He nodded his head,
And grabbed a paper instead,
Which he left next to my bed,
"Don't open it till I am gone,"
He said.

I waited for a moment,
Till I heard the cracking of the door,
He gentley slammed it for sure,
''Why would he do that?"
I said.

I took the paper to unfold,
To read what was untold,
My hands shivered,
My heart stopped,
instead,

It was eloquently folded,
Like the coffin of the dead,
His black ink on white,
His italic messed up writing,
Not a prescript, but a funeral,
Instead.
Between those elegant lines,
He said,

"You, my dear patient,
Are lost in despair,
You are on earth,
With a lofty heart,
Pardon me,
Pardon my knowledge,
There is no cure for that,
You are a poet, cures are futile,
Medicine is useless,
Your desires are uncontrolled,
They are not meant to be,
But they are your drug,
You are addicted to that,
Pleasures are your weakness,
Such a lofty weakness,
But alas,
Such a dreadful terminal illness,
Try a poem a day,
instead.
As there is nothing to heal you with,
in my head.
A poem a day,
Keep me at bay."*


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Guess I should've written it down
Long ago when it had entered my mind
It's  like all the ink bled right out
From the pen I've been ignoring for a while
Almost as if the words got tired of being tired
And walked away from this tunnel of a mind
They dutifully packed up their bags and left
Trudged on into the night
And try as I might now, to place that typewriter
The sounding of the keys sounds hollow
just like the clanging of fake jewellery maybe I've lost it, maybe I never had it
And finally has that realisation dawned
This is all just a rant anyway
I haven't slept properly in too **** long
 Apr 2016 Axle Avatari
Myriah
my narcotic is your love
and I double my dosage
I'm Overdosing on you tonight
You got that medicine I need
shoot it up straight to the heart please You've got a touch so good
It makes me feel ******
With the lights out, it's less dangerous  
Here we are now
Strip it down
Skin on skin  
Rollercoaster,
Going through the emotions
Going through the feels
It's a thriller
~Myriah P.Y.~
I'd have to live
In a dark,
Dull world
To have any chance of
Forgetting you.

You were everything beautiful and bright.
You were so faraway
Yet with words you held me dear
For your return I pray
Alone at night, did you hear?
I’ll wait until the sky turned grey
Until these eyes can’t hold back tears
But yet you were close
To my soul, heart and mind
My soul black as crows
My heart heavy and blind
My mind blank, stops, froze
My feet trembles as I cross the line
I saw you there, holding a rose
You were in my soul, heart and mind
You are with me, as long as time goes
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