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MikeTheVike Dec 2017
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w­ith curious eyes unyielding
you lovingly look into mine.
all the courageous blue you see
is nothing more than, wave upon
wave of a tears built up into
numerous oceans of lies
my eyes are actually brown
look deeper and you will see
as much as I am full of pain
I am completely full of ****....
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                                       ­                                  i am so full
                                                                ­                    i could not fit you
                                                             ­                           into my life if i tried

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© Mike Mortensen
  Dec 2017 MikeTheVike
Natalia
Depression is were you want to be alone,
But at the same time you dont want to be lonely.
Depression is where everything is going right,
But you're still sad.
Depression is wanting to go out,
But at the same time not wanting to socialize.
Depression is feeling trapped,
Trapped in your own mind
and no one understands.
Depression is having scars on your thighs and arms,
Scars from the battle you fought.
Depression is having sleepless nights,
Depression is shouting for help,
But no one hears you.
Depression is fighting demons deep
inside you.
Depression is not something to laugh at,                                    
So grow up if you think depression is just an act,
Depression is something serious.
MikeTheVike Dec 2017
I saw the flames in her eyes
two small embers that raged
I felt unsure as to the
materials used for her kindling
the line is thin between
passion and loathing
and I did not know
whether I should embrace the heat
or run for water
I have absolutely loved being apart of Hellopoetry for the last few months. I love the instant feedback and the great sense of community. However, I am taking a long break from technology. Thanks for the support. Hope to see you all in a while. Hope you enjoyed the few last thoughts I have posted.

(c) Mike Mortensen
  Dec 2017 MikeTheVike
beth fwoah dream
sky
i.

drunken in my pockets,
the day whispers to the trees that
pin to you, albatross
of a wind-swept sea loosening
feathers and heart-beats in
short, death-caught seconds.

ii.

gorgeous girl of height,
your caves are bright mysteries
your light an elephant's graveyard
of grey.

iii.

bitter note of earth,
you anchor birth
to our eye sockets, unwrap
mint and honey from the hills.

iv.

uneasy mistress,
dark daughter of sight,
sunk into all the corners of the world
you break like string,
you break and i break with you.



v.

vignette of ivy-coloured dreams,
sunny trail, you break my heart and
glue it back, sigh and sigh like a viking raider
conjured out of porcelain
and rose-water.

vi.

warrior of distant planes,
dense harbour of a lonely city,
landscape of water, unravelled
in an instant, a velvet
ribbon tied into a bow.
  Dec 2017 MikeTheVike
Gaby Comprés
i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me
  Dec 2017 MikeTheVike
Prathipa Nair
Velvet green grass floorage
With thousands of
Tall coconut pillars
Silver ribbon streams
In a harmony with the green
White pearl cranes
Fitting in a place of beauty
Peeping black beauties
Of small and big hills
Through the pillars so high
Filled with bed of
Greenary, greenary, greenary
And it is one born
My God’s own country !
Beautiful paradise and that is my God's own country
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