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Nothing I say comes out right,
I cant love without a fight.
No one ever knows my name,
When I pray for sun it rains.

Im so sick of wasting time,
When nothings moving in my mind.
Inspirations cant be found,
I get up and I fall back down,
But
I'm alive

Every lover breaks my heart,
And I know it from the start.
Still I end up being a mess,
Everytime I second guess.
All my friends just run away,
When Im having a bad day.

Id rather stay in bed
But
I know theres a reason*  
*Im alive
I will fight and ill sleep when I die.
Between the good and bad is where you'll find me
I write a thousands stupid words because I don't know what else to do,
and I write them sitting here, pretending I'm not thinking about you.
Pretending I'm not thinking about your eyes that I totally don't miss,
nor thinking about how good it was, that last so desperate kiss.
Nor all those times we spent just laughing in your room,
because I refuse to sink back into depression's cold dark tomb.
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
nivek
its raw sometimes
stark

just you
and the temptations
 Jul 2015 Micah Rion
Haydn Swan
Twisted tales of how you fought a dragon,
silver scales pulsating through your veins,
the beating heart racing through your mind,
its great wings an ice cold wind through your soul,
from its mouth the fire bellows within your skin,
the great roar screams through your spirit ,
writhing, serpentine body wrapping around your limbs,
run it through with your sword of enlightenment,
the clash of steel against its claws of devourment,
its magical, golden blood,  now your bitter nectar,
the battle won through a mortal embrace,
so raise your lance in triumphant accord,
but keep up your shield and remember the pain,
chasing dragons through the mist and the rain.
If anyone has fought an addiction then they might perhaps understand the concept of these words and empathise with the struggle.
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cause loving  is the best part of falling
cause falling is the painful part of waiting
cause waiting is the best part of hoping
and hoping is the painful part of bleeding*

©IGMS
Our conversations are tepid.
Perfunctory, they run in circles,
hamsters on wheels, wasting time.
I don’t care how your day was.
Undress while we mention some
senseless detail about the weather,
buttons still done and silk pulled
over your head to save seconds,  
so we can lose them between us
and pretend it never happened in
the morning.

I only kiss you when I’m tired of being
alone.



**V. K.
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