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I used to know you
love you
With distance you wavered
and I did with you
Still so much in common
Yet so dissimilar
Pain like grief
When someone you love dies
You died
And I missed your
Pretentious funeral
And I feel sorry
Perhaps I could have saved you
from what you've become
Now I only feel sorry
for seeing you move away
Too far gone
My couch has never been so
Empty
My heart never so
Heavy
Farewell my friend
wherever
You have gone.
You've gone.
OUR SOULS ARE MOLDED DEEPLY IN OUR IMPERFECTION;
NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE...

Can't grasp perfection
It's like grabbing air

By: Leory Santana Dawn

To be continued
 May 2017 bluevelvet
JL Smith
The drizzle
Lightly caressed my skin
Reminisced by a
Past lover's grin
I paused
I waited
Not for the gentle,
The timid,
The shy
But the roar of the sky
Birds seeking shelter
This is my high
The clapping of thunder
The absent passerby
Gone is the moon
Welcome, Monsoon
My sins washed away
A downpour
Wishing you had stayed

© JL Smith
 May 2017 bluevelvet
Max
The Room
 May 2017 bluevelvet
Max
Dreams and reality finally collide.
His heart sank, he opened his eyes.
An unsightly creature hovered above him.
The room was freezing, cold and dim.

They won't let him leave.

They dug jagged nails through his skull, through the bone. 
The boy shrieked, "Just leave me alone!" 
Bursting and coughing bloodcurdling cries. 
Sticky warm blood ran to his sides.

He couldn't breathe.

His nostrils are smacked with a metallic smell;
His mind boomed and rang a death knell.

Finally

The struggling halts, exhausted, he lays still. 
The room fills with silence and chills.
A tear rolled passed his ear dripping to the ground;
While nightmares lurk in this place unfound.

His eyes slowly closed.

He will never leave.
 May 2017 bluevelvet
Shay
And with tears rolling down her blotchy red cheek,
she lies down in the middle of the battlefield, now so weak –
so tired of saving herself from the demons that haunt every fibre of her being,
she decides that welcoming her demise would be most freeing.
 May 2017 bluevelvet
Shay
Burnt Out
 May 2017 bluevelvet
Shay
It’s worth burning myself out like a match
so long as others receive the light and warmth I dispatch.
 May 2017 bluevelvet
morgan
Kill Me
 May 2017 bluevelvet
morgan
**** me with a bullet
that smells of cigarettes
and Sundays
and bitter sweet tea
and sweet bitter goodbyes
**** me with a sword
laced in band practice
encased in a sleeve of rain water
and rose petals
and midnight cries
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