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Some people think I'm some nerd who has no girlfriend
But I've had more than most of them
So, who's laughing now?
But then yet, why the hell should his be a game?
Because it's not
Either way, I'm good
They don't mean anything when it comes to their words
Dust and dirt have more meaning to me
So get off your invisible high horse
You won't make my confidence hoarse
Its not even making my day worse
I strike out a few times but I win in extra innings
They just win in extra sinnings
I want this to go as smooth as writing from a ballpoint pen, girl let me be the Lion in your Lion's Den
Head starting to hang down
Eyes closing
Drifting away
To slumber
It's calling
But once more
I push
To make sure
I'm creating something new
And not being wasteful with my days
I want to be as creative as possible
Because if i don't create, what's my true purpose as a writer?
I'm here to shake the hourglass, not watch it fill up
I'm here to make the comet deflect in new ways, not let it zoom past me
I got mad respect for people who persist in low strides
So i want to at least have a fraction of their story
Despite it contrasting significantly
I want to subliminally
Blow the world's minds
By writing each line
Feeling so immensely divine
Compact thoughts are now released
Watch averageness decease
I didn't mean to fumble your ball, i'll make sure to catch it next time.
But sadly, there won't be a next time
I must brush off my uniform and move on
But that's harder than it sounds.
didn't mean to fumble your ball,
I'm looking to open your heart
Not your legs
More men should be following that mentality
But some of us learn the hard way
And feel the emotional fatality
That comes with it all.
You call me an artist but i see it the other way around
I want to be at least apart of your pallet
Picking with a blindfold
 Dec 2015 Skaidrum
Issy
The first day I had a crush.
I asked you to the dance and you said yes.
We danced so awkwardly and far apart.
Hardly talked the whole night.
And what we did say was full of nervousness.
Then next day we were together.
Well you asked the night before,
But I didn't answer you right then.
"So is this gonna be a thing?"
Seven words that would start a life time.
Then we were in love.
Like no love I had ever felt before.
I wanted to be around you 24/7.
I'd miss you when we were apart.
We had planned our future together.
Soon we had fallen apart.
Six months seemed so short.
Plans for our future,
Were no longer for us.
They were for you. And for me.
The memories of us became torture.
I cried countless times.
Now we aren't we.
I am me, and you are you.
That's how it is.
No more tears, no more sadness.
Just memories.
The memories are no longer painful.
They're happy.
You can't stay bitter all you're life.
 Dec 2015 Skaidrum
NV
and
i don't know
if this is me
just overreacting,
but
the only reason it scares me
when the wind causes my bedroom door to slam shut,
is because
i'm deeply afraid
that
i'll get used to the sound of people leaving.
 Dec 2015 Skaidrum
iridescent
Have you ever tided upon tsunamis?
Indeed, these giant brooms clean everything in its wake.
This is the only time you are glad to have resisted
transforming someone into poetry,
as the waves sweep ink and paper off your desk.
They kissed the shores too passionately this time around.

Have you ever fuelled a fire in the woods?
Eyes burning brighter than old flames.
Exchanging breaths of smoke and dust,
and feeding what has already been strangled dry
To red and orange and blue tongues.

Have you ever triggered an avalanche?
It's a ride that gets faster and faster and faster.
The world spins around you,
And you still hear your echoes
Albeit in the end,
it still is all white and
nothing else.

Have you ever clapped alongside thunderstorms?
Fight poison with poison, they say.
So I shouted your name,
and the storms are singing along.
Up till now,
I still wonder if you could build homes
out of ruins.

Have you ever stood in the eye of the hurricane?
There's a weird kind of serenity in that.
As though you could halt the whirlwind and the cold and its monstrous roar in their tracks
With your bare hands,
and place them where they ought to be.

Have you ever buried yourself in the epicentre of earthquakes?
The earth spins on its axis;
your consciousness hinges on your emotions.
Hold on to the loose gravel around you-
it's the closest you can get to
the warmth of someone safe.
The debris destroys both you and the haven.

Have you ever counted flames, cinders and lava that leaves a crater?
An eruption of falling stars;
home is where they return.
There is always a takeaway
from tragedy it seems.
 Dec 2015 Skaidrum
sanch kay
by now i
should have could have would have
had all parts of me
in words
scattered all across the cyberspace
grabbing eyeballs from
all continents.

but without my voice
i'm struggling,
(my wings have been slashed),
its been
days
weeks
months,

*i cannot write.
writer's block, you're a *****.
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