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  Apr 2015 Write you a picture
Shyne AM
We spoke today after ages
It felt like a part of me came back

Now we talk everyday
It feels like a bright sunny day

I miss his hands
He knows me, he understands

The way he makes me feel
The pain inside my heart will never heal

He’s something I really need
We miss each other, we both agreed

There are so many things I have no control over
It makes me feel like I’m not at all sober
I feel this way without a single drink
I can’t help but think

I want to see him, hold him, feel him
Run towards him and just stay there with him
Maybe I never want to leave
He’s my only belief
my reflection in the puddles
remind me that i'm no longer accompanied by you
i'm running out of time
the time i wish i'd spend with you
would i be able to find you if i was blindfolded?
i could trace the smell
and hear you from miles away whenever you yell
i could taste your blood cells
like whenever i bit your lip
and ripped the skin of your outer shell

-we are alive-

i hope the butterflies in my stomach let me sleep
as the thought of you flutters by
your face so bright
i take mental pictures as i close my eyes
hoping you're not camera shy
i close the blinds
i don't want to let any other light inside
i know the moon is already missing the sun
as the sun hides

like a plant
reaching for the sun
your love is my photosynthesis

like the shutter that opens and closes to expose the film in a camera
i opened up my chest so you could shine some light inside this darkness
even if your love was endless
by infinities I would multiply
i get high of the scent that lingers when you pass by
my feet are always off the ground
you taught me how to fly
this feeling inside
the pain on my side
like Eve straight out of Adam
you belong to me
This poem was made up of different poems and song lyrics I wrote. I guess it needs a little work but I like the ways it oddly flows.
when my little sister was born
i was no longer the youngest
and i was happy to have her around

when my little sister was a baby
she was very smart
learned how to walk sooner than most of us

when my little sister was growing more and more each day
she took risks like
biting into a lemon
or
waking up our sleeping cat

when my little sister started school
she was excited

when my little sister learned to ride a bike
she fell many times
but one day
she kept going and going

when my little sister said something smart
i'd ask her
who told you that?
and she'd reply
anybody
she really meant to say
"nobody"

when my little sister thinks something is unfair
she gets upset

when my little sister thinks someone is unfair
she gets teary eyed
and
hurts inside

when my little sister sees a scary movie trailer on tv
she runs to the other room

so innocent

when my little sister asks me if I have a girlfriend
and I reply no
she replies
you don't need one - you need to take care of me

when my little sister wakes up and finds out she was sleeping all alone
she runs out of the room and cuddles next to me or Erik - our brother
or she says
i don't want to sleep anymore

when my little sister sings along to one of my songs
it brings me joy

when my little sister grows up
i want the best for her

when my little sister grows up
i want her to be an example
and
as long as i'm alive
i need to be that example
My little sister has taught me a lot. She looks up to all her siblings and we need to be an example first. She's only 5 years old.
waiting
is letting time pass by

waiting is time travel
at the speed of life

waiting can be dreadful
if you are impatient

waiting is beautiful
when you are waiting for something
beautiful
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My favorite word since 2007 is "discombobulate".
nadir*
always at my lowest
nadar
which means to swim in English
my biggest fear is drowning in water
my body descending to the ocean floor
i had nightmares where i would wake up in a massive body of water
like
the planet neptune
this circular shaped water tank with no escape
a wreath
i swam to the top and never found air to breathe
when i woke up i inhaled
like there was no tomorrow
in hell
i suffered from the same nightmare
except
dreaming of water is like heaven
scorching flames devastated
the inhabitants of the inferno
my heart still cold
i survived
invierno
which means winter in English
the only thing i liked about the winter was the lowest temperature
made me feel numb
numb like my body when i recall the dream where i drown
i no longer look down if i am flying above water
im a bird
the third time i reincarnate
and all i remember
is the word fate
carved into my anklet
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