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May 2016 Mayela

Makenzie Scott

I feel the end in your embrace
A never type of forever where we both become the water we drown in
Its not the kiss that leaves me reeling it's the taste

And the dust that becomes the stars that set
Is the dust that makes us as we rise
We are the morning, even in our twilight*

I fear no end in your embrace, the kiss of young stars on our lips will fall
and burn this love into our sky
the fading light will bind our souls when all the suns have set

A collaboration with Torin Galleshaw*

Thank you Torin for this gift which flowed so effortlessly from your poem "I want you to love me when I am old." It's a pleasure to be among so many wonderful writers - a ceaseless source of inspiration.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1648282/i-want...

May 2016 Mayela

Ocean Air Subdue

May 2016 Mayela

Torin

Ocean Air Subdue

(Want)                              You                            (DeeN)
         (to)                       My heart                   (ot)
              (taste)         Are my youth        (tea)
                                    (your|rouy)
                                   Your my heat
                                     (skin|naip)
                               Eye€ÿèeYeē¥eeyE
                                         EYES
Your     Eyes   Are             o
                                 n                     c
                                       a          e
(your) (eery) (sea)

need to eat your pain                   want to taste your skin
                                  am jumping in

                              (your)                   (a)
                                           (Love)
                                 (is)                 (beach)
Ocean Air Subdue..........

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May 2016 Mayela

A Poet

May 2016 Mayela

Torin

A Poet

I am a ****** up poet
A starving artist
A punk rock Elvis
Sometimes you just gotta go all out
Because your the king
Man
And you just can't help it

Van Gogh died poor
And alone
In a field that was his last expression
He died by his own hand
And it wasn't even raining
When it should have been

I don't even see myself when I look in a mirror
And you don't see what I see when you look at me
You see a smiling lover
Enjoying life though all the struggle
I live life as Pagliacci
A ****** up poet

I put on a great show
And I weep during intermission

May 2016 Mayela

I have accepted it

May 2016 Mayela

Kara Jean

I have accepted it

I have an urge to write words that make the soul cry
Weep tears of enlightenment
To summarize my life in a paragraph
No more body criticism, snipping my spaghetti straps
Running in a stumbled line away from confinement
Forgetting the word comprise
Reality takes a stand reminding me, who will be the mediocre house wife
Instead of making a dramatic exit, I drink whiskey and the world has plenty