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 Mar 2018 Bee
alexa
guilt <3
 Mar 2018 Bee
alexa
yes, loving you
was a mistake but
never has guilt tasted so good
until
"hello" was painted across your lips.
 Mar 2018 Bee
keepsake7
Untitled
 Mar 2018 Bee
keepsake7
D
     e
          e
               p into the darkness
Romancing the fears bubbling up inside
I danced with my demons
And sing with the beast under my bed
I swallow my pills like m&ms
And chatted with the voices in my head
The mirror show me everything i hid
And i forgot when i dissappe
 Mar 2018 Bee
keepsake7
12:00
 Mar 2018 Bee
keepsake7
She dressed in white wandering the halls
dancing under moonlight
he showed up black as midnight
begging for her to love him again
she vanished at dawn as dewdrops
fell down his cheek
and he waited for
night to come again
I'm a tool pondering skyscapes.
Fondling a memory
Left behind
On sunset marquees.
It raced into the horizon like
A toad on the road.
A neon dream waving farewell.

Exploring mindsets:
An act in caressing
Bloodbath tesseracts.
A roundhouse rollercoaster,
Spinning at velocity of perfume
Hitting nasal perforations.

Core memories surface along spine cutlets,
No longer intrinsic
Doubt.
I'm settling for more.
A bathed blue baby is a moment
Too long to endure.

Hindsight is
A parson's lake passage;
A mad monster yet to be tamed;
A grain of salt to a fresh wound made;
Moments of grace from a fake great ape.

Blue morons slide
Into Mormon jovial footsteps.
Derided ice forestry into
King's cloaked ancestry.
Which makes family the
Opposite of attraction.

And yet here I am
Talking to you,
Eyelight through obelisks
In hotbox barricades.
Hiding behind
A past of newspapers.
Headline reads 'ONLY DEVINE'
'TRADE REIGN WARNS JEWELS'
'PRINCE THREATENS ECONOMY
... AND CROWN.'

Wipe the frown,
Draw the sword.
Don't be ignored anymore.
 Mar 2018 Bee
ac
poets know
 Mar 2018 Bee
ac
the artists of words know
its 2a.m. when the words come retching out
after an hour of damp papers
they weren't supposed to come out
not today
no, you can't tell your friends
because only a poet knows
the ****** battle
you are fighting
inside your
head.
keep fighting honey
 Mar 2018 Bee
Rebel Heart
I always believed life was black and white...
Until the day I realized it was nothing but gray
Forever stuck in the bleakness of it all...

Suddenly one day
Life became a grand mirage
Strung together with all the colors of the rainbow
Colors of red, yellow, blue and green
All the shades and everything in between
And I realized if only we were to open our eyes
And look through the lenses of an artist
Then and only then
Could life mean something more
Than the black, white, or greyness
That threatens to swallow us whole

~Live like an Artist.
(Enjoy this old piece and Happy Writing ~BM)

(Front Page 2/16/2018)
 Mar 2018 Bee
Hopeless Outlet
Each step, feels like shes walking in
quicksand
Last chance, it feels like shes got nothing
left

She was once the ocean...
You were a sailor at sea
Alive with excitement of her mysteries
Till you finished your chart and took your leave..

A song, was the thought of your voice in her
head
A demon, you've left scars buried deep in her
chest

She was once infinite space
You were an astronaut exploring
One small step for love, one giant step for the bed
Once your flag was planted, you packed up and left.....

Looking back on the past
Your mind not allowed to rest
You had forgotten all the reasons you fell
And years after the end you remember it all...
Seems like you've fallen again...
What a *******.
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