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 Oct 2015 mikev
Cheyenne
Am I the only one?
To yearn for the thrill.
To want the buzz.
To feel the need to soar,
Up so high,
Landing higher then cloud 9.
To want to be surrounded,
Snowy powder,
Smoky rooms,
Liquid courage,
Loud music bumping in my ears.
People become a sea,
Dancing,
bumping,
Grinding.
Morals gone.
Happiness found.
 Sep 2015 mikev
NV
18.
 Sep 2015 mikev
NV
18.
it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.
and i know i don't know you - but i love you anyways
 Sep 2015 mikev
Yhama ButterFly
Majestic is

this love I scribe

open like the skies

beautiful if you stare

sensitive to the eyes

burning moths to flames

embracing every touch

weary of the pain

desiring the lust


Majestic is

love under pressure

don't call it ordinary

be careful its combustible

rare, yet extraordinary

not quite the miraculous


~Butterfly εїз
 Sep 2015 mikev
Alvira Perdita
Glasses are the international sign for nerd
But also for genius, and if we're to be honest
It all makes sense, the two go hand in hand
Those who read generally have a wider knowledge

But I've been brought up with the thought
That everyone has the same level of intelligence
And I like that idea, because we're all different
And we're all good at different things

Some people are arty, and others are businessy
And I think the world is perfect the way it is
Because everyone is the same, in their own way
With, or without glasses.
Ramblings.
 Sep 2015 mikev
sheloveswords
I've grown tired of crying myself to sleep at night
soaking my pillow
my mind makes me believe that
somehow
through the currents of my nightly oceans
I master swimming in my sleep



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 Sep 2015 mikev
Shaf
Tired
 Sep 2015 mikev
Shaf
I want to feel loved as well. I'm tired of trying.
My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
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