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Хейли May 2015
Next morning,
I couldn't wait to scrub my tongue in the shower,
last night, woke me up with a sour taste on my tongue.

Her touch wasn't the same.
Our heart raced in different ways.
They skipped off beat, not intone to each other's rhythmic beat.
What we wanted from each other wasn't the same.
I can't say I felt that great,
doing it with her,
without the bother of you in my brain.
I didn't really enjoy her sour taste.

Regardless, of her thanks. I didn't speak to her any welcome.
It was a penniless job, that was soon to be felt.

I rolled over and fell asleep,
mentally beginning to prepare for the guilt felt in my heart,
that my brain was to receive.
It may have been a respectful thank you to me,
but for I felt like it was just a job well done.
She was just a piece of meat.
Intentionally, left unattended for a lion like me to eat.

I woke up the next morning,
unsure of what happen or how it began.
Misfortunately, I was conscious,
during the event enough,
to retrieve what terrible want I had fulfilled,
Without my conscious,
I would never have known,
what happen,
based off the tomorrow's lack of shared emotion
between her words and mine.

Even after, she cried out in her last pleasure.
The 'thank you' will never be enough,
to make up for the mistake that I feel.

In the end,
it wasn't like a couple with a sad loving goodbye,
it was a good job well done.
It was an drunken single night-stand.
Drank empty with a bottle label desire.
Driven by toxic liquor that blur-ified my brain,
and my ability to say no.
But, my guilt will not make up for the pain,
that my unfaithfulness has endowed inside of you.
Хейли Nov 2014
Something keeps telling me to stop.
Cease the breeze, calm my knees.
My emotions are let out to quickly by a thin string.

No matter how many times my line gets severed
I seem to just barley catch a hold of it again.

Each time I do not seem to have learned my lesson.
My heart is like a light kite that I can't seem to control.
Хейли Jul 2014
It's not about the cigarette;
It's about the smoke.
The smoke is like *** to my throat.
Хейли May 2014
I wish I could make everyone smile just as much as I made you smile tonight. But, maybe that is a bit selfish of me.
Хейли May 2014
I haven't met her yet.
But, from these poems that I write,
and from all the moments I can imagine. I think that she is close by.
And oh how lovely, is she.
Хейли May 2014
The way she walked,
was a soft sway.
Her sway,
reminded me of the beautiful rippled reflection
of a warm summer's sunset.

Whose ripples,
that laid on top of the ocean's surface,
in the distance,
that beauty,
was her.

She always had me m e s m e r i z e d.
And every evening past dusk, that we kissed goodbye,
as I stood alone watching her walk inside
was like  …
watching the sunset.  

Her hair
whenever she decided to give up on letting it fly around her head,
whenever she finally decided to take off her silly hat,
Her hair… was capricious.
And I loved that about her.

I always saw it like this:
When she took her hat off, she was letting go:
releasing herself.
Because deep down,
she truly was wild.

She was like the ocean.
On bright sunny days, she was alive in so many ways.
She danced and chased little kids around the shoreline.
She helped full up the moats of a hundred little sandcastles,
that would end up washing away.
Even though, she knew by day break all those sandcastles would be washed away thanks to the big waves of an early morning storm.
She was like the ocean, especially on those stormy nights.
I have never dealt with a wave as big as her…
She was like the ocean.
A first glance, when you try to look into her,
you can't really see anything.
You can't see all that is there.
But there always was.
There always was something swimming underneath.
You had to just dive in and explore her.
To find and see all the beautiful little things about her,
even in the darkest places -deep down under.
She was my ocean.
She was my sea,
and I just happened to be her lost sailor.
*Her skin smelt like the ocean. And all I wanted was to drown in her.
I haven't met her yet.
But, from these poems that I write,
and from all the moments I imagine. I think that she is close by.
And oh how lovely, she is.
Хейли May 2014
When I think of that word it scares me.
Because it makes me think…
that without it;
Where would society be?

You have to be creative to get an idea?
You have to be creative to think of a new melody,
a new concept,
a new law.

Creativity is everywhere, creativity is imagination.
Creativity is what runs us.
Creativity is endless.
Creativity is art.

Creativity is not you, You are creativity.
Love, learn, and believe it, make a change.
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