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 Feb 2016
NvrMnd
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I wish I was in a Box

At least there are Corners

Where I can Hide to.
 Feb 2016
Star Gazer
I'm such a loser
Always stuck in the past.
Ugghh
It is 3:09 in the morning
Law and order plays on my TV
I just finished my third glass of wine
I am so lonely
I listened to One Direction for an hour
their music fills the holes in my heart
I am ready for bed, I feel myself getting sleepy
but I can't bring myself to lie down
I feel my legs getting cold
it's raining outside
I wish there was someone here to hold me
I hate sleeping in such a big bed all by myself
I wish I had someone to share it with
I have so much on my mind
it's causing me anxiety
I watch commercials trying to distract myself
from feeling so lonely
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: February. 1, 2016 Monday 3:17 am
 Feb 2016
NvrMnd
Perfection... with my eyes closed
I see what I want to see
Feel what I want to feel
Owned the world in a blink of a moment

Mountains, seas,  places in dreams, all is free...
Hear the music that calm the demon inside me
See the colors worth to pay my eyes to be blind
And fall in love with someone that never and will never exist

Death, oh death would be the life of what if’s
What if I am her or what if I have him
The world of perfection says
*"Close your eyes and own me."
 Feb 2016
NvrMnd
Letters, unwritten words
Papers, empty spaces
Waiting for the matrimony to create poetry
But how when I'm Losing Ink

I remember the time it's full
Filled with dreams, tears and fears
Now the blood of misery is diluting
And I'm Losing Ink

I should be glad, but how could I be
When the only medium I used to have is depleting
And I can’t lay my words on canvas
I know I'm Losing Ink

Empty, floating on a galaxy of being half
Undefined feeling, making no capacity to fill the cartridge
Week by week I’m getting weak
*And every day, I can feel I’m Losing Ink
 Feb 2016
HRTsOnFyR
She enters into the space where
Everything becomes everything...
Race, religion, science, astrology, God,
Angels and Demons;
The story of time continues,
An unbroken circle.
The passionate dancing of spirits,
Histories faint whisperings.
The space between the lines,
Intermittent radar blips.
Laughter and bloodshed and tears
Softly spoken prayers;
A wide eyed little girl
Witnessing her rebirth,
Awakening from an unconscious slumber,
Burdened by the weight of fear.
One eye open;
The body bracing for impact
Afraid to land,
Afraid to crash and burn,
From sheer speed,
From this flight of mind;
Disorientating and intoxicating,
Latitude and longitude become obscure.
Interference and interception
Can be detected on the air waves,
Nothing feels tangible,
Everything tastes like abstract breath.
The only compass she trusts
Is her heart,
And nothing can detour her
From her course.
She waits in the wings,
Watching the horizon...
The morning sun rises,
Bearer of heat and light;
Standing tall in the afterglow,
With golden halo,
Knowing she truly has been
Blessed and loved.
For her
he was always the man
on the other side of the table.

He was fond of it that way
so he could see her face
read the shades and lights
crack jokes through the grim times
when on the table was little
brimmed plenty in their hearts
and her tears when flowed
were not of unfulfilled needs
but a happiness she couldn’t grasp.

She doesn’t know
what she misses is love
or a mere habit.

She only knows
food doesn’t taste the same
without the man
on the other side of the table.
I was seeing many girls
when she stormed into my life
broke my run with her resolve
to find her place as wife.

I was seeing many girls
when she came reined me in
halted me with all her force
determined to win.

I was seeing many girls
my dream was up to stars
when she arrived fully knowing
this man was soon to be hers.

I was seeing many girls
none of them could be wife
she knew it when she came
I would stick on her for life.
 Feb 2016
LS
Oh baby I can tell
You've got that self destructive
Streak in you

You like to drink hard liquor
Without any chasers
Smoke too many cigarettes
And dip if you're offered
You'll try any drug
At least once
But marijuana and Molly
Are your favorites.

Staying sober isn't on your agenda
Because when you're intoxicated
Life is a blur, a movie

Your tumblr is littered
With too skinny girls
Who you wished you looked like
And pictures of
******* **** and *****
Are every other repost
And inbetween them are soft little
Poems about being alone
Or being in love

And you've never felt so empty
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