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 Oct 2018 Mia
Skye Marshmallow
Youth
 Oct 2018 Mia
Skye Marshmallow
We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
Something a bit different
 Sep 2018 Mia
John Michael Biely
Ghostly maiden in the lonely night
Concessions for my glancing

But I could not help but drink the light
Of one so misty fancy

May I ask your hand my whispy sight
So that we may go dancing

And laugh away all this foolish fright
This love so circumstancing
The moon and clouds looked like a ghostly dancer.
 Sep 2018 Mia
John Michael Biely
Where the sun kisses the earth
the sky burns with prismatic envy.
Her coveted stars slowly slip
from lonely green eyes
And shine upon the souls that linger
In a funerary salute to another day.
A death well taken by those who seek
The subtle secrets
in her sighing breath.
And under it all,
Night walking dreamers
drawing with fire
upon the hearts of one another
In the golden hues
of what it once was to be young
Basking in the rejected wisdom of history.
Just two fools drinking from the cup
of simple beauty.
 Sep 2018 Mia
John Michael Biely
I found a book of poems
in a beautiful heart wood chest
And written across its sturdy lid
Was the word "hope", like sunday best

Upon this book of poems
Lay a velvatine writting pen
And vials of ink from distilled life
For writing letters to her friend

When I went to read her words
 I discovered the lock on it
The key she gave that opened her room
Was never the key that would fit

So I put her poems back
I was nothing more than a guest
And with the blood that ran from my eyes
Next to "hope", I wrote the word "less".
 Sep 2018 Mia
Stephanie
I want to cry sitting in the floor with my dog
People aren’t like this
He doesn’t expect me to be creative with my words
He doesn’t need me to tell him he’s cute
I pet his head and I know all he sees is me
He doesn’t care if I cry for no reason
He doesn’t care if I don’t want to get out of bed today
When I stop petting him he puts his paw on my leg
He wants me to keep petting him
He isn’t afraid to tell me what he wants
What he needs
He is unabashedly candid
He doesn’t play games
He doesn’t hold back
People aren’t like this
This pure, this innocent
I want to cry
Because I wish I were more like him
 Sep 2018 Mia
Stephanie
I have to pull myself out
You can’t help me
I don’t want your shovel
I need to claw my way out
I need this dirt under my fingernails
I need the rocks to scrape my hand
I need to know actual hurt
I need the blood to come from my cuts
Don’t let them bury me here
Don’t let this bury me
I’ll scratch the coffin lid
I’ll ring the bell
Will anyone hear me
Do they think I’m too far gone?
Do they know?
Do they care?
I’m the one who should care for me
I need to find self love in this darkness I’ve made
I’ll find it through the pitch and mud
I’ll find it when I save myself
I won’t let this bury me
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