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I always hoped you were talking about me
And it's so easy to project my own identity onto anything
I saw myself as an emergent phenomenon within your body of work
A character made up of your syntax
You'll write another poem tonight
          And you just started writing it
                   And you're writing it now
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Àŧùl
That Why I Love You.
I Can't Find Enough Words Ever.
What My Heart Says Is For You To Understand.
You Don't Know It Yet But You - Yes You Are My Happiness.
So Oh My Baby - I Can Just Say That I Love You.
And You Fill Up The Half Of Me.
And You Complete Me.
5, 9, 12, 15, 12, 9, 5
My HP Poem #294
©Atul Kaushal
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
Mikitara
popsicle season:
hot sun
old brown trucks
red ants
and feeling like you’re worth something
I’ve lost all respect,
Yet at the ****** of admiration
I am despised
But adored
I am anorexic
And unhealthy
I am calm but quick to break
I hold my head steady
As I stumble down the street
I am solid,
But dripping;
Dripping with desire
And all your worst fears.
Like a skeleton,
I drag along,
Hearing my muscles moan and bones snap
With an irregular heartbeat.
I am in your nightmares,
Lurking in your fantasies.
You deny it.
You plead to be different.
You are no better,
You are not special,
I’ll envelope you in toxins
And leave you in guilt
With a frenzied need for more.
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
dionne
As he broke into my thoughts like a thief in the night .
ι try to hide all my spite
But he finds me buried in regret
All the things that ι never meant

He broke into me . Like a blade on my wrist as ι begin to slit all my feelings away .
The feelings he brought .
But still ι lay with the thought of death

He wrote it on my dark heart all the things he said .
As the night bled like my wrist which ι continue to shed.
the lazy fool walks slowly along the path
one hand rests comfortable on the instrument of
his own sense of sensibility
but its feared by all behold him
and his carnival of tricksters

my dream walk along the sand
and she sings a small tune she knows so well
one that leaves stains on the soul
like the trademarks of obscene merchants
its a destiny that cavorts along the easiest line
path of least resistance
but denying her was never in my strong suite
it always leads to madness
but that's least of my worries on this thick summer night

drunk with possibility's
the lazy fool
chases us thru the tidal basin
and into the passionless woods
where lovers get lost
among the plagiarism of their hearts
and the thieves of the tender
my dream spends her days
rescuing the misbegotten from that forest of misfortune

no time to waste on this fool
we disarm him of his his instruments
he cannot manipulate the past as easy
as he dose with the future
and we all see finally
that hes the same one we elected last year
and all the years behind that we have suffered
time to find salvation in sending him packing

so leaving all
the lovers to their own mercy
the fool will be forsaken
and we can have some peace at last
I had a dream last night
It was beautiful
I woke up beside you
Bodies intertwined
Your head on my chest
All was at peace in the world
And it was good

I had a nightmare this morning
When I awoke to an empty house
It was awful
Cold and lonely, I rolled out of bed
A solitary cup of coffee
Such a depressing affair
And it was bad

Dreams can be the best
And the worst things in the world
For as I learned the hard way
There can be two types of dreams about a girl
One where she loves you, one where she won't
The former a fantasy so hard to obtain
The latter a reality, nightmare turned to life
i can't write recently, i'm sorry for the continued mediocrity
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