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 May 2015 Mike Arms
Charlie
 May 2015 Mike Arms
Charlie
She smelled of vanilla and smiled when you spoke to her.
You could never remember the colour of her eyes, you said, you thought they were green. It never mattered that much to you anyway. You couldn't remember if she had braces or crooked teeth or pink lips. It wasn't of any importance at the time, but when she leaves and you see her with him and you start to see the galaxies in her eyes, don't call them violet. You rich kid. You player. You'll go up to her in the hall, put your arm around her, and she'll shrug it off. You'll notice that she's stopped smiling when you speak to her. You'll notice that her eyes are brown. You'll notice that you dream of them. You'll notice that her old clothes at your house still smell of vanilla. You'll notice, and it'll finally matter to you, now.
WOAH
 May 2015 Mike Arms
Charlie
16
 May 2015 Mike Arms
Charlie
16
New wishes
and a new identity
a new hope with brighter moons
more colourful nights and twinkle lights hung in the sky

A follower leading a crowd,
an enemy defending those cast out
a better time with better lies
and candles with smoke coming from the wick's side
It's my birthday, guys
 Apr 2015 Mike Arms
Chris
.

Lately I have lost time…
minutes and hours,
moments of the day pass by
without notice

I arrive at places not knowing
how I got there
I have held conversations
but can’t recall speaking

Watched the sun rise in the morning
and then set again that afternoon,  
unable to remember
anything in between

Found myself wondering
where has the day gone,
what have I been doing,
it seems like nothing

Except constantly thinking about us,
these wonderful daydreams
of you and me…
what we could be doing

Days at the beach, candle lit dinners
walks in the park, quiet nights at home,
holding hands in the moonlight,
skipping stones at the lake

Dancing until dawn, morning coffee,
kissing on the veranda, sleeping in,
making love in the rain, counting stars,
falling for each other over and over again…

There, you see, it has happened again,
I just wrote this poem, I think  
and my only recollection is
another moment lost in thoughts of you
 Mar 2015 Mike Arms
Tark Wain
I tried to tell Kyle this
but he hates me
Who can blame him though right?
What a ****** ******* role model I was
He was 17 when he found me cheating on his mother
I still remember the look in his eyes
he didn't care that it was the only time it happened
20 years he screamed at me
I had been married to his mother for 20 years
and that's what I did
I don't know why I'm telling you this
Kyle probably already has
I just want to give you my side
I met his mother when we were 11
we started dating immediately
like the first day we met
and then we got to high school
and everyone thought it was great we'd stayed together
then we got to college and then law school
and it was all the same
the praise
the admiration
it was like a drug to me
I loved that people thought we were perfect for each other
I LOVED IT
do you see what I'm saying
I didn't love her
I loved the idea
the idea felt right
50% of marriages end in divorce
people try to say that means love isn't real
but that's *******
Love is real
believe it
the truth is that Love is so scary
so ******* intimidating
that people will go out of their way to avoid it
they'll marry someone they don't love to avoid it
they'll stay with someone they don't love hoping it might show up someday
What you and Kyle have is real
It's special
and I know he'd never let me tell him this
so please please
Don't be the reason my son doesn't believe in true love
he already has me to blame
In a spire, in the white mansion you live in a colorful dream,
but here in this dungeon, of a nightmare I am trapped in reverse time,
a secret passage will bring us together, says your incredible message
but my love, tell me how, if I am forbidden from even dreaming you?
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