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Mick Jul 2015
Take my hand and lead me to another atmosphere,
one with fog brushing our knee-caps,  
to a place where the skies are purple and the stars are only a leap away.  
take me to a landscape filled of grass and snowflakes.  
I want the sleeves of my sweater to brush up against your frosted smile.  
Take me to a place crowded with passionate ballroom dancers,  
dancing through the frozen clouds
using the stars as lights to guide them.
Mick Mar 2015
do what makes you happy.
You can never go wrong with happiness.
Mick Feb 2015
I do not always rhyme my work.
but when I do-
it makes the word nerds twerk.
Mick Feb 2015
the white snow pouring down
are her ashes
sleep and sound
dancing all around
this quiet little town.
I see not one simple frown
or a face sulking at the ground.
standing upon a mound
that her ashes slowly surround.
she is now crowned
queen of the found.
Mick Feb 2015
this time in our humanity
is so divine,
where insanity is controlled by nothing other than time.
time dripping off ledges like
stumbling rocks,
when it breaks against the ground
is when time finally stops.
killing our insanity
essentially kills our souls,
without time in our lives,
where would we go?
we'd be stuck in a moment
for the rest of our lives,
insanity is our destination,
and our dictator is time.
Mick Feb 2015
you know the monster who conquered your daughter?
the one who slept underneath her bed
and made noises in the closet just to get into her head?
the one that was grey with a red embrace,
the one that erased some important space... in - between her ears
encouraging her to grow up to face her fears with 9 bottles of beers.
but those tears would reappear when her closet would croak.
as she did when the grey man invoked her to choke--
when she was 13.
The grey man sunk her self-esteem like a sub-marine.
at 16 she started popping out window screens
and replacing her caffeine with green weeds that only helped her to forget 13.
22 and wanting to start new,
she moved to a place with a nice mountain view.
She dread the first night in bed with no light
despite that she might have read stories for good nights,
she shut her eyes and saw a sight that she despised,
a sight that supplies her whole night full of cries.
when she was 5 this man with a knife
stood over her bed,
there was something he said before he filled her head
with only the deep concerning color of red.
The words that he spoke turned him to a cloud of smoke
that she only thinks about while choking on lines of coke....
The monster now resides in your daughter
because the lines from her father
right before he was slaughtered..
were- "don't even bother to grow to be stronger,
because the longer you think you can conquer your life;
the  more you'll turn into  a monster...
and ****** your wife.
Daddy's leaving now,
But ill tuck you in every single night."
Mick Feb 2015
Our Universe is a piece of  artwork,
that will never be controlled,
you can try to trash it,
or smash it,
but it will never unfold.
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