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 Sep 2016 Nope
Martyna Maselskyte
im sitting down
on the mattress on the floor
gazing at my bedroom door
wondering why i exist because i think im a bore

questioning life
like i question everything else
i dig myself a deeper hole
that i cannot climb out of myself

i speak of my issues often
feeling slightly guilty inside
wondering why people dont care as much as i do
how do they dare?

but it all comes down to
my mind playing games
people that love me, show me they care
but i choose not to see it
because deep down i think
im undeserving
of the love,
the emotion,
the tender care,
the devotion,
the loving stare,
and most of all
not allowing myself to fall in love
or
be loved by someone else
 Sep 2016 Nope
mickaela
Dawn breaks through clouds of black
To find our waters blue
Look up, my child, and feel the light
Blessed, shining on you

The tears of monsters up above
Grant our waters life eternal

The moon shall slumber in sheets of black
The stars shall giggle and sing
Quiet songs with dancing tunes
Like little happy kings

And you my dear, a princess true
Your own stars sing so beautifully
Let them shine when times are dim
And a light is needed to see
Your eyes alone are little suns
Your dawns too brilliant for me

And a million stars within your heart
Will burn under this sea

The shadow of light may seem darker
Than the worst of heartaches true
But there are linings in the clouds
And the shadow looks like you

So let your light shine like the star of our days
And may the moon rest
I imagine that a mermaid would both be fascinated and fearful of the surface world. A huge ball of fire is basically just sitting in the air. Then there's a huge white disc like thing that comes when the ball of fire is gone. Then there are some huge white fluffy looking stuff, moving on a thing that looks like the sea. Then there are harpies roaming the skies, giving the air a bad reputation.  
I hope this poem isn't too confusing, since I wrote it for my own story for an entirely weirder purpose (mermaids don't even exist in the world ). Well, I hope you like it. Thanks for reading <3
 Mar 2016 Nope
RH 78
Nan
 Mar 2016 Nope
RH 78
Nan
Tender oversized hugs made of never ending love.
        
A broad smile bought belly laughs time and time again.
                                                  
Aching cheeks from a dose of over indulged happiness.

Always larger than life.
                        Life and soul.
                                     Our life and soul.

Deep set wrinkles from a lifetime of worry.

Never stopping to rest.

Fussing here pampering there.

Your selflessness and determintion to     enjoy life knew no bounds.

     You enjoyed the next generation of            
          the family as much as the last.

      No longer disabled and heaven                      
     rejoices at the return of an angel.

           The last of your generation.
      Reunited with long lost relatives.

We feel your love Nan
       We always have.
              We always will.

Till we meet again....

Good night
                    and
                            God Bless.
                                    X
Sad times. Our Nan died. RIP nanny Vi.
 Mar 2016 Nope
strawberry fields
i've written sixty eight poems
on adderall in an hour and all of them
are living up and getting married
having kids and taking three week
vacations in the carribean
living fulfilled lives under no control

healthy, fruit dripping naturally
even when things go wrong
they sleep soundly.
i am distracted by how perfect they are
and admire them with jealousy
when i should be asleep
 Oct 2015 Nope
Kelley A Vinal
He claims thalassophobia
But explores in the deep
And relaxes in quiet certainty
The words that he should keep
For red from his heart, and blue
From his ocean
Combine in a muddle, a puddled
Emotion
What is it to crave?
An armour man in gold?
A wooden-fence, black silence,
A bearded, hat, high, old?

Maybe just a snifter smells
Or the ringing of a wondrous bell
Can find purchase in its soil
For my hands are cupped
I'm lapping up
The rain for milk has spoiled
 Aug 2015 Nope
Kelley A Vinal
D minor
Rembrandt's finer
Paint, oils, a breakfast
of red grapes and green olives
with Homer
Aristotle gazes
Admiration for a bust
An odyssey of emotion
Somewhere in the dust
Bach's fugue is overwhelming
Travelling back in time
Moving skulls around
To rest and surround
Socratic dialogue
resounds
leather-bound, a work of art
 Jul 2015 Nope
Kelley A Vinal
engage
 Jul 2015 Nope
Kelley A Vinal
Set course for
The new coordinates
We're going in
If we find a wormhole
We'll take it for a spin
If there are Romulans
We'll defend and win
They don't call us
Galaxy Class
For nothin'
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