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 Jul 2018 Skye Marshmallow
mel
you were blue
and i am yellow
you liked the way
i brightened rooms
i thought we could
make a home run true
but no winning evolved
while our garden bloomed
for as my love for you grew
it expanded way beyond you

and it wasn't long
before you knew
exposing your true
shades of gray
when you touched me
but you looked her way
you decided olive green
just didn't look good on you

i have always preferred
green over purple
and you once told me
you felt the same
but that one night
where you both lied
you chose the latter
you took her side

and i’m not sure
if it's because
she appeared shiny red
and i was becoming
a worn out yellow
but it shouldn’t have mattered
because you plucked me first
and you and i both know
that's not what you do
to flowers when you love them
you were supposed to water me
but you showered her instead

and now i am left here
trying to heal the paper cuts
i got from the countless times
i ran in circles trying
to catch your racing heart
but it barely ever
grazed my fingertips
and each time i looked down
to see what was left
of you and me

i was struck in the face
with the sad reality
that we had never even
made it off of home base
~11/20/16~ the very first poem i ever wrote, not even realizing i could move my way out of the darkest heartache i’d ever known through my own words i never knew homed my bones. but i’ll never regret.  it’s amazing how much light shines through the cracks you left.
Blowing with no destination no home
Going where many have gone
Singing with the creature of the night
Whispering in the tree's
Buzzing with the bee's
Slowly softly touching the end
Rising and destroying everything in my path
With no awareness of what I have done
If I were the wind
My life would find peace
Only
If
I were the wind
I can feel my brain floating across
the endless seas, roaring heartbeat,
ravaging bloodshot eyes, relentless grunts,
mugshot mountains, splintering crimson nails,
dangling steel blades piercing my burning ear lopes,
thick peeling skin, rough shifting depiction,
each pounding thought rising in waves,
reverberating into uncontrollable rhymes,
humming and breathing, pausing and beating,
rumbling along the steady surface in shattering
screams, sharp damaging sounds exploding on impact,
spinning in dizzy formations and alternations,
blazing hallucinations hanging in hollow spaces,
stuck in a spiral between the beginning and ending,
twisting and turning in heavy tormenting beats,
drifting into whirling velocities along the shores
of a drumming existence, destructive electricity
soaring in a dimension of brokenness,
breaking biology disintegrating in a maze
of distant shadows, withering physics lost
in the screaming walls of no bridges,
fallen English disassembled, slammed in crammed
gutters, annihilated without explanation,
as the rugged landscape gazed at the brutal crime scene,
how the darkened canvas sizzled in sharp syllables
and crackling flames
White and woolly
Cotton clouds
Fluently floating by
I take my time
I take a ****
Smoke rings
In the pines

In laughter free
Among the trees
Where echos begin to rhyme
Come and play
Long in the day
The Oak is in his's prime
.........
Traveler Tim

I love the Man and the band!
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