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shåi May 2014
pitter patter
a slight drizzle
of rain taps
quietly outside

the rhythm
of a infinite cycle
of life

the desolate terrain
echoes the 12am wind
blowing like dust

the wind is like thread
weaving love's lust
amongst the trees

the clouds are cloth
embedded symphonies
languages threaded within

torrents of rain
like empty bullets
inflict pain unceasing

lightning strikes
the earth opens
like the gates of heaven

heaven is amongst my eyes
i must be blinded
cries of lost souls

inaudible by the tapping of rain.

(b.d.s.)
taken from the forthcoming project who are you?
shåi May 2014
i am
the book
that you'd probably overlook
i am the skin
that was left untouched
by the sun
i am the beach
your euphoria
washed over me
just like a wave
does the same
i am the punch
you used to say goodbye
what a big fat lie
it hadn't been a 'good' bye
i am the gun
the son of the traitor
sinful evil
mimes the lies
but at times;
i am the victim
of a crime
far worse
than your
ability of
making your
poems rhyme
i am the silence
of a broken alliance
between love
and nothingness

(b.d.s.)
taken from forthcoming release called who are you?
  May 2014 shåi
berry
this is an open letter to anyone who has the audacity to try and love you like i did.

dear whateverthefuckyournameis,

i apologize in advance for spilling my boiled blood on the hem of your skirt. what you need to understand, is that you are standing on ground previously reserved for my feet, so forgive me for any bitterness that seeps through the cracks in my clenched fists. i don't hate you, but i can't be your friend. you probably don't know about me, and if you do, let me commend your bravery. i have a tendency to set my problems on fire, and in my bouts of anger everything looks flammable, especially girls with paper complexions. i'm sorry. i have never been one to walk away, so i don't know how to explain to you the holes in the bottoms of my shoes. but i have been further than you will ever go. this is not supposed to be an angry letter, but lately that's the only thing coming out of me. i don't even know your name but the thought of your hands reaching for him makes we want to break them. i will douse your dreams in gasoline and strike the match against your cheek. but i know that's not right, see, the poison crawling out from the end of my pen belongs to a scarier version of myself i try not to know. my heartache is an insatiable war cry in the dead of night, that will stop at nothing to shatter all your windows. it shames me to admit that i've found a sort of twisted satisfaction in using passive aggression to breach your armor. i am sick with missing a set of arms i was not privileged enough to know. i speak with all the grace of an atom bomb and wonder about the rubble at my feet. you are white picket fence and i am barbed wire. some girls are lions, some are lambs, and i learned to love, teeth bared and snarling. one of the only things that keeps me going is the hope that one day i'll learn how to love something without making it bleed. i may have never been his, but for a time he was mine, so please understand why i taste acid when i think about your mouth on his. again, i am sorry. i know it is not my place to be so full of resentment, but there is a part of me that sincerely hopes it bothers you to know he dreamt of me before you were even a thought. there is a side of me that thrives on the image of the color being drained from your face when you read this. but i am trying to learn how to be softer. this letter is the manifestation of a self-inflicted war that has been raging in my chest since he first told me about you. you will try to be good to him, and you might even succeed. if you ever find yourself singing him to sleep, like i did, don't ask if he wants to hear another song, just keep going until his breathing slows.

- m.f.
  May 2014 shåi
Oco
sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you
  May 2014 shåi
anonymous999
i am not the girl you will fall in love with upon first sight
i am made of late nights, busy days, and a long hard past
i am not a pair of legs
i am the sum of all my thoughts
and everything i aspired to be when i was little
i am not a pair of almond-shaped eyes
i am a soft kiss on your cheek and your face nuzzled into my neck when it's 2 am and you can't handle everything
you will not fall for me upon first sight
but you will fall for me
slowly
as you get to know me
and i wouldn't have it any other way
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