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Summertime sadness
blaring on my radio
sitting on the floor in my room.
Sometimes the ceiling
is so comforting.
I don't know really.
 Oct 2014 HippieHandwriting
i
slurred lyrics from underneath
the ***** window, ready to be cleaned,
words so peacefully spoken,
that it makes your heart dance,
spinning world,
entering a different dimension
where all you can do
is sing me love songs
on your old, rusty guitar,
and all i can do is smile,
crinkle my nose and get
lost in the universe that is your mind.
m.
Scorched pavement would hold on to day
light. The concrete,
still warm, would kiss my barefoot feet.

Until dark I
would roam on summer nights, tasting
freedom in my

midnight curfew. When autumn came,
dancing in like
blown leaves skinned off weary trees, the

sumac flushed red
as cardinals wings blanketing
the landscape and

reminding me that winter comes
with a heavy
hand. Bitter green apples fall from

the backyard tree,
does and fawns passing through to eat
the fallen fruit

are startled by me and dart back
to the swamp where
the fog rises up every night.

Poplar trees stood tall while their leaves
made the final
kamikaze plunging fall. New

Converse shoes made
their debut on the way to school,
briefly, happy.

Winter brought isolation and
dreams of still warm
city streets under wandering

feet. Holding out
through cold purple glow, I wait for
spring’s warmer air.
Seasonal Affective Disorder
 Oct 2014 HippieHandwriting
ryn
Looks like you need a drink...
What'll it be, let me think...

One thing you should know, Little Miss,
I'm not a bartender... I'm just winging this...

Hmm...
Arc in a cocktail shaker
Filled halfway up
Throw Melz in the mix
Just a dollop

Let's see now...
Spoonful of rhymes
Make that a table
Few drops of Conor
If he's up and able

Almost ready...
A touch of Tea
Maybe a tad more
A dose of Frank
In a little pour

Just about done...
Cap it up
Shake that shaker
Pour it out
Top with Silver

Ahh...
In a cocktail glass
Now sprinkle with Dani
Let's not stinge
Sprinkle aplenty

There you go, Hon... Take a full swig
When you see the bottom, your pain wouldn't seem so big...
I'm too drunk to write poetry
And I'm lost in my thoughts
and the noise
that are surrounding me

Alcohol is flowing
Everyone is having a good time
Me, included
But I still think of you
No matter how drunk I get
Even more so, I'd say
///

When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love ................................
Watching my best friend
Stumble through the halls
Seeing her, make all
these bad choices
I can’t help
But to think
Why do I love you
My best friend
Since seventh grade
October twenty first
In gym
You gave me pills
When you were in
A lacy bra
I didn’t dare look down,
below your waist
Because I
Was a good christian girl
Not knowing
Why I was
Attracted to you
Thinking I was
Sinning
Until in
8th grade
When I
was Dared to
Kiss you
And That
Sealed
My fate
And now I can’t
Escape
Watching my best friend
Stumble through the halls
Seeing her, make all
these bad choices
I can’t help
But to think
Why do I love you
My best friend
I love you ******
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