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 Feb 2018 mickey finn
Artistry
I feel you in the air
Even though I know you’re not there.
Your presence burning holes in my skin.

People can’t just follow you around.
But I hear your voice
even though there’s no sound.
I feel you walking next to me.
Surely this should be diagnosed clinically.

Because I can’t keep the real and fake apart
Dancing between the imperceptible cracks in light and dark.

Sit beside me ghost of mine.
I’m not afraid of You...
I’m afraid of my own mind.
That feeling like you’re being watched. Eyes on the back of your head. Skin shivering.
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
sar
i am so alone
in this lustful state of mind
thinking just of you.
when the shiver stopped
you were never here at all
there i lay, breathing.
My eyes will cry for you once more
when evening brings it's softened hue
in mourning now for love, adored,
left longing for the warmth of you.

The tears they will flow crystalline
to feed the sea at sorrows shore
this isolation aches my bones
and numbs my heart forevermore.

As daybreak cracks the wounded sky
I lift my face unto the sun
though time will heal these wounds,
pristine
You'll always be my only one.
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
Kenya83
What matters
Isn’t tangible
Substance is  
Not visible
Depth is
Offered
A gift
More concrete
Than anything physical
Intensely palpable
Untouchable
Profoundly emotional
A connection
Felt and communicated
Words aren’t required
Nothing requested
Just eyes and souls
Hands and hearts
And bodies
Being
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
Čortoloman
Why are you so ******?
So ******* ******.
So chaotic, so depressed.
Why do you live?
Who do you live for?
You hate yourself.
You hate the world that made you.
You hate the world that left you.
You hate yourself.
Why do you wake up?
Who do you wake up for?
Searching for yourself in a place where everyone loses themselves.
Contradicting your character. Contradicting your soul.
You are hurting yourself.
You hate yourself.
You are just a human after all.
Inborn nature to create and destroy.
So chaotic. Makes no sense.
Join the rest of the universe.
Dissappear.
So lets get this straight:
An armed, white man walks into a school,
kills 17 students and teachers with a tool
that can be bought at just any store
by a 19 year old, insane, fool,
before being caught, all on Valentine's day,
Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year
And it's not time to talk about gun control?

If they had been black, you'd say "more police"
If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall"
If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban"
But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill,
so "Report the disturbed" our president says
"It's about mental health!" our congress says
"But it's not time to talk about gun control"

You send your thoughts and prayers,
while we're pleading for your help
You want to know my thoughts and prayers?
I thought our country cared about us
I thought our country loved us more than guns
And I pray that my school won't be next
That my friends won't be mourned on the internet
That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world
Because you won't talk about gun control

But you know what?

***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do
We're taking this horse by the reigns
Knock some sense into that old brain
We're organizing, rising up and wising up
Taking a stand, and taking a walk
Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock
We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths
We've done it before and we will do it again
They say "when we're older"
I say "why wait till then"
These laws are going to change now
These deaths have got to be dwindling down
Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd
And no, we won't calm down
Until no one ignores our outraged sound
We will make the politicians come around
And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns

And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead,
and we can go back to school together again.
Every once in a while
memories come floating by.

I find myself breaking like a fragile glass. Although I sometimes think I'm over us.

And then I ask myself if I'll ever be.
I have to say it sounds impossible to me.
I don't want to hurt you, I'm just keeping it real.

Will I ever be able to love someone again?
Love someone the way I loved you?

I'm not sure if that's only a dream that won't ever come true.

-Tereza Balatkova
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
Lady Grey
Walking through a garden,
Watching all the bees,
Smelling the sweet roses,
Beneath the sighing trees

A moment,
Short and sweet,
To brighten up my day,
Though it will meet  
The brief defeat,
And simply melt away,

Into the bore and chore
Of a normal day;

Though it was a lovely moment.
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