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  Jun 2017 galaxy of myths
Em MacKenzie
Sometimes when I skip rocks at the sea,
I'm surprised it doesn't throw them right back at me.
As when I was a much younger girl,
I always kicked out at the world,
but the world kicked back harder each time,
maybe just trying to keep me in line.

In life there's a set of lessons that we have to learn,
like passing your hand through a flame and seeing eventually that your skin will burn.
Or trusting the wrong person to keep your secrets and to guard your heart,
because more often than not, you'll have it ripped apart.

Maybe these thoughts hold no meaning,
but I've been dying just to get them out.
Since I was born I've been fiending,
to know what this whole life is about.

Every night I look for life in the skies,
but the only other world I've found is in my dog's eyes.
Her world is a place where love is given freely,
where ours is where our hearts leave unintentionally.

Maybe these thoughts hold no value,
but I've been dying just to give them air.
You would if you were plagued by them too,
I just want one night where my mind's bare.

Sometimes I envy those who don't hold their tongues,
I'm filling up with unspoken words and they're now filling up my lungs.
If I keep staying silent I will most likely drown,
but if I open up my mouth the water will rush on down.

Do you ever think we live in a picture painted by manipulative hands?
because from far away it looks perfect, but close up the colours have blended at the strands.
Maybe we're just hung on a wall with a glance from bored eyes,
and the only sounds in the gallery is a mix of yawns and sighs.

Maybe these thoughts hold no currency,
but I've been dying just to get them out.
Right now my mind's in a state of emergency,
I've been crying so hard that there's now a drought.
  Jun 2017 galaxy of myths
rica
all the flowers
i have ever
taken care of
and has ever
held in my hand
always ends up
withering—
just like how
your heart did
when you gave
it to me.
galaxy of myths Jun 2017
She loves me, she loves me not,..
I picked the petals off the flowers.
I was bathing in the sunlight,
Wearing the yellow dress you love so much.

She loves me, she loves me not,..
I said with each petal plucked.
Pretty, like the love you brought.
And the happiness that came with it.

She loves me, she loves me,..*
I stopped. I wanted it to stop.
Back when we loved each other a lot.
Tearing up, I threw away the bouquet.

-m.b
galaxy of myths Jun 2017
A loaded pen
is just as deadly as a loaded gun.
It'll pierce your heart
just the same.

The difference is;
one will let you breathe,
but you won't live.

-m.b
galaxy of myths Jun 2017
I realize that
I invest so much in these
Moments of pleasure.

-m.b
galaxy of myths Jun 2017
Isn't it funny
That I'm longing for a place
I've never been to?

I feel so empty.
I'm also missing someone
I don't even know.

-m.b
Thanks afra for introducing me to this lovely word. Love you
galaxy of myths Jun 2017
I remember when we met;
Words bubbled up inside me,
Floated on paper into poetry.

Then you left, packed your bags
And brought my words with you.
Since then, I'm like a channel on mute.
I couldn't write how shattered I felt.

So now I'm like a broken record;
Singing songs of the good old days of glory
But couldn't speak of the present
Or how my life would be in the future.

-m.b
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