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 Jun 2015 Danny Mak
Clindballe
he was eighteen
his cheeks blushed with embarrassment
which quickly stroke his eyes with fire
it erupted like a volcano to his hand
where it curled up as fist of anger
soon to hit me like thunder
- *and I eleven
Written: June 11. - 2015
 Jun 2015 Danny Mak
Clindballe
it is getting worse and oh so bad
nights get longer and insomnia
she keeps me awake like the cold
biting finger bones and blue lips

the dark circles swallow my eyes
into a back hole greeting my heart
with the music of all forsaken souls

if eyes could bleed I would be dead
look closely 'cause they speak of truth

bones shall remain as I kiss you goodbye
Written: June 17. - 2015
 Jun 2015 Danny Mak
Clindballe
Poetry is for the bruised and scared we spill our guts onto paper and pen our minds explode emotions for us to write in words

Writing is a coping mechanism and even though we might not save ourselves we keep on opening our hearts with words

Never stop giving pieces of yourself to the world nor stop taking pieces to replace the empty spaces with new found words
Written: June 17. - 2015
 Jun 2015 Danny Mak
Michaela
Imitation stars.
Bright lights for a shadow heart.
Wonder where the imitation starts
And he begins.

Imitation sky.
Bright lights from this empty cave.
Tunnel vision making love look brave.
Like we could win.

And emulation heartbreak from fabricated warmth,
and telling myself
I am okay.
This is not real.
This love was warped.

But echoes of heartbeats,
Tell me if you hear them, dear.
And pictures of people,
And stories of places,
And songs that no one could hear.

When the idea of pain leaves real scars,
And photographs cut this deep.
Look at pictures of his smile,
rip up every chance of sleep.
Blue foam eyes and barefoot boys,
stolen time, white noise,
5000 miles and 600  days,
6 hours to wonder if he stays.

And realise that you are gone.
Apprehend that he was never here.
And you are mourning a ghost.
You're crying for a vision, dear.

Because in complete darkness I found you,
and dreamt what you might be.
Bright lights for a shadow heart
are all you left with me.
Probably my longest one? Thank you for reading it.
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