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I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm
Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm
That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin
And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within
That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used
And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you

So let that ink sink as deep as it might
My words peirce your soul without a fight
My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark
Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart
You may forget my face, you may forget my name but **never forget where my love made its mark
have a seat and see these majestic creatures
reduced to only a beastly feature
they follow the lead of the keepers
freedom will never be their teacher
when I look repeatedly

from far away

I can't see me

a lot of people around

people in black and white

the homeless man

screaming for a dollar

but no one respond

people without feelings

how they know

about the great love



the ****-star

just passing by

and the wallets are open

only to see the opened legs

and many other things

why you guys

give her that much

of dollars

I can't answer



the white guy

change his color eyes

the color of his hair

and fingernails

make his hair grow

and surpass a girl

in the name of the style

what a style

why? I can't reply



the black guy

want a big body

muscles everywhere

except the brain

he wants to impress

the girls with his body

and guns why?why?

I can't tell



the politician

is based on a lie

lying with a wide smile

when he say a truth

it's only two

a disaster or a war

that threaten nations soul

but when it go

they say it was easy to handle

don't freak out anymore

why?why? I can't answer



oh people wash your minds

your souls

your hearts

and start to unite

we want only one country

with peace and only peace
behind those impenetrable barrier
i saw a beautiful  man wearing black
his face is veiled by white cloth
he seems so lost
the stained blood in his veiled cheek
like he cry a thousand droplets of blood
the dulled in his eyes and the gloomy of the place
i aim to touched and smashed those invisible walls
with the mighty of my own hand
but not even my entire power can resist!
only you can shatter those walls if you're at inside
i attempted to shout at him
'help yourself darling!'
but not even my powerful voice
could penetrated those barriers
i cried at his painful situation
to my horror
he stares at me!
with his icy cold stare
he smiles!
those smile...
i remember those smiles i used to have
he slowly walks into my direction
and touched those invisible barriers
but he didn't attempted to fractured those walls
he talks but i can't comprehend what he whispered
i follow the move on his lips saying
'it's okay. i'm okay here'
he smile again
those painful smile
slowly, he unveiled his face
but what frightened me are
his face!
his looks!
that is me!
what's going on?!
i felt dizzy
maybe my mind is tricking on me!
slowly, my vision became blurry
drifting away in this melancholic place

i black out

©IGMS
the man in my dreams
Drinking cider
Late into the night
Then homemade *****
By candle light
Seemed such a
Wonderful idea

Until today

Alas I fear
My pile of paper
Will not shrink
The ***** dishes
Are still in the sink
The washing machine
Is far too loud
My head is firmly
In the clouds
The morning has
Just run away
I really wish
That I could stay
Curled up in bed
With nought but dreams
Navel gazing
In the sunbeams

Such Bliss......

But alas
I know I should
Move my ***
And get on
With things mundane
And really try
To engage my brain

Maybe

Just one more cup
Of coffee - black
Will wake me up
And some tunes
To dance around
Just in my pants
That pumping sound.....

No more of this
Up up she cries
I shall conquer
No compromise
In just a tick
Just one more minute
I'll will get up
And get on with it.....

And yet still
I'm here upon my bed
Making excuses
Just resting my head
And writing rhymes

But that won't do
Right
She's up!
Phew....

(C) Pixievic 2016
All the best laid plans .....!
I see you and I see a mix of thousands of emotions trying to get out, but all that you can manage to show me is your depression. You are an amazing woman, you put on a smile all day and come home trying to resist the urge to cut. And I'm not much help, I can only text you every so often and I can't talk to you face to face and show you what I feel for you. I'm just one of the small emotions swirling in the mass of them in you head and heart.
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