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Oct 2016 · 467
mazzy Oct 2016
Remember when the moon was made out of cheese?
When our blood was still gold, when the universe could be traveled in a cardboard spaceship and kingdoms were made from pastel pillows and soft blankets
When we lived off cereal and juice boxes, when there were monsters in the toilets.
Peanut Butter stuck to the top of your mouth, knees bruised, cut from falling out of trees
Crashed bikes and burnt finger tips.
Lullabies and rhymes the only songs in our little heads
In an era when time did not exist.
When the morning lasted till noon, the trees would sing along with the fireflies and pillbugs
As we’d lay, stomachs full of water melon waiting for the evening to swallow the yellow glow of the dying day.
Do you remember when the coolest thing you could have was a lava lamp?
Remember when the snow wasn’t icy?
Remember when flowers would grow out of everything?
Do you recall the smell of the rain before the damp and the cold?
Do you remember that time you could hear the blood pounding in your ears, remember wondering how ants saw the world?
May 2016 · 395
-unknowing me-
mazzy May 2016
tell me about
the stars and
galaxies  in
your blood
tell me about
your origami bones
your transparent heart
tell me about
your shadows
describe your shade
tell me about
passion in your veins
tell me the things
only walls and cold air know
May 2016 · 580
-Stomach Acid-
mazzy May 2016
We fight over strawberry milk
Ripping waxed white paper
And now I’m drowning in that pastel cream
Always drowning
The sickness covering me
Covering everything, sticking to the walls, the floor, the ceiling, my hands
anxiety living in my blood, staining the sink, bathroom tile, caught in the shower drain, hiding in the ditch.  The world is swimming in those ocean eyes, watering because the body knows its demise. The world is drowning in acrid breath
Perfection soaked stomach acid, throw up black paint to match your state of mind.
I thought it was going to be pretty
Like the shade of cherry blossoms
the shade of strawberry milk
Not bright red blood
Apr 2016 · 822
-Too Early to Be Awake-
mazzy Apr 2016
I can feel the gravity around me
I can hear your blood moving in this echo of silence
The impossible smoothness of a voice, impossible to exist, silky like the whisper of a breeze
The world is huge but so small in this moment, time stands still and if we try, counting the exact number of stars in the inky blue sky would be feasible
We are of the dark, fire flies burn away the sounds of the city at 5:16AM
Electric blue eyes see your face in neon detail, slightly shaking hands trace their definition of perfection
What if the ozone shattered, but breathing isn’t for anyone who’s seen the universe thru rose colored contacts
Have you ever tasted air so sweet you could feel the glucose in your flesh?
Have you ever felt the forest only thru your feet?
Heard the sigh of May?
The sky changes color with our breath, glass eyes begin to close
We’re sleepy so flowers grow in our bones, waiting for this town to wake
Nov 2015 · 776
mazzy Nov 2015
can I crown you with my love?
it won't be the crown of scarlet i've worn before
it won't be covered in blood, or shadows of bathroom mirrors
or evenings left alone under street lamps
it won’t be made from fear
it won't dig into your flesh
it won't ,and i hope, make you cry
no it will be none of those things
it will be made from lovely things
like flowers from spring
light pink
lavender purple
and pale blue
to show i care for you
it will be made from the gleam found in the highs of a night sky
the cool silver light
that reflects in wide eyes
it will be made from golden afternoons
stuck in rooms that don't feel lonely cause i'm with you
it will be made from the first snow
the pure white that makes everything glow
it will be made from the peacefulness of evening
that are filled with sleepy breathing
it will be made from a warm cup of tea
when you're sick
it will be made from cozy sweaters
in a million colors
it will be made from letters and post cards
to keep us together even tho we're so far
it will be made from a blushed face
and a heart you've made race
it will be made from badly poached eggs
and bacon burnt black and red
it will be made from little origami cranes
that will hang in the air by colorful chains
it will be made from tightly held hands
and nervously made plans
it will be made from a silent phone call
as you fall
into sleep
it will be made from a soft kiss
and pressed in hips
it will be made from bad poems
that lack rhythm and rhyme
it will be made from band-aids
that keep the blood away
my crown of love to you will be made from all these things
and a million more.
Nov 2015 · 388
-Long For You-
mazzy Nov 2015
i wish you were here in bed
waking up you're the first thing in my head
but i long to press my finger tips
into your back
this will stop my heart attack
i long to press my lips to yours
i want to pull you out doors
and see the stars in your lovely eyes
as we stare at the night skies
to happy to cry
to free to die
Oct 2015 · 554
-Never Near-
mazzy Oct 2015
i wish you were here my dear
to share this happiness i feel
for once my face is not dripping in tears
isn't that grand to hear?
i wish you were here my dear
to hold my hand so tight
to help me make it thru the night
but even when you're gone ill carry on
just for you my dear
Sep 2015 · 836
mazzy Sep 2015
unbutton your shirt
kiss your beautiful skin
pull away
heart racing within
cheeks burning red
lustful thought in my head
as i pull you down into bed
i kiss your neck
trace your shoulders
your lips begin to smolder
i kiss you hard
with no regard
for the flames
of a blood lust
heart break
Sep 2015 · 354
-Night Time-
mazzy Sep 2015
the pitch black night crawls over the dimly illuminated town
the fireflies come out to play with silver star dust
i creep out of the the restly silhouette of my house
i have no flash light, no fire, i let the moon lead me thru the echos of night
my shadow keeps me hidden well, cloaking me in silence
the damp ocean air reanimates me  
the town is sleepy but i'm awake  
3 in the morning has nothing on me
Sep 2015 · 378
-Amber Night Eyes-
mazzy Sep 2015
do you see the pain in my amber eyes?
as they drip with gold tears
learning of how your demise
was all my fault
as the salted caramel tears melt down my cheeks
i cant help but dread the weeks
to come
i look down at what ive done
ive killed them
theres blood on my hands
but this time it was no fun
Aug 2015 · 1.4k
mazzy Aug 2015
oh little macaroon
with your shell of beaten egg whites
sweet swiss meringue buttercream filling peeks out of your sides
but still trying to hides it’s saccharine form
oh little macaroon
with your bright pink composure
you're perfect with no air pockets
sometimes you can be filled with savory chocolate
oh little macaroon
i don't know what to do with you
your so cute sitting there
without a care
i don't want to eat you up!
oh little macaroon
your smell has gotten the better of me
im so sorry!
i nibble your edge with a bit of regret  
i've loved you since the moment we meet
and im sorry it must end
oh little macaroon
please forgive me for biting down on you
your crisp shell gives way to soft and chewy texture i've been craving all day
sweet artificial strawberry taste does not take hast to fill my mouth
without a doubt
this delightful creamy taste will stain the roof of my mouth with a rose tint
oh little macaroon  
what's it like in my tummy?
just so you know you were oh so yummy!
Jul 2015 · 346
-Bean Disease-
mazzy Jul 2015
You stabbed the sky and it bleed gold
Moths invade my vivid fortress of light
I want to be touched as tho I'm a white flower and your fingers are the autumn frost
In coming pill bugs sink deep into my rotting skin and start to decompose within
Magazine pictures cover the walls to point out all of my flaws
Dismantle my ego and rebuild it from cockroach shells
ill open your creaky doors and walk across your creaky floors
Safety pin scratches on my hips
The taste of stomach acid on my lips, knuckles swallowed and ****** from what I've done
Self hate is the meaning of this
May 2015 · 285
mazzy May 2015
my head rests on an open blank notebook
the words of my “teacher” leak thru my ears
how many days has it been since I was last here?
I know I’ll be failing this year
the numbers don’t lie right?
so why should I write
the calculations that will do me no good?
these words and letters
drift thru my mind like feathers
its not that I don’t want to learn
it’s that I don’t have the motivation
you see. I have this notion
that everything I’m doing here
like the end of my pencil
will be pointless

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